"It's central, convenient. I can walk to work in seven minutes."

[sings_too]

((Closed RP for Fraser, Ray, and Starbuck. >.<))Walking beside Ray down the Main Street of a place that was not actually Disneyland, Benton raised a hand to interrupt his partner

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[i_have_my_flaws]

"Other person?" Her eyes narrowed. "You were asking other people about it." Very few people in the park knew the story to an extent that would allow them to feel sorry for her. No one had mentioned talking to him about it.

She was a little upset about that.

The friend's reasoning left quite a bit to be desired on top of it. "Possible? Every day things happen in this place that shouldn't be possible. So if you're trying to convince me that there's a remote chance that he might not be the man that I see, then you're right, there is a chance. But the cylons learned to mimic us very well. So you see my problem." It didn't matter how he acted, what the differences were between Ray Kowalski and Leoben. She would never be able to believe, with her whole heart, that there was no chance he could be someone else who had just discovered another brilliant method of deceiving people, skewing the truth.

She'd prayed for the bastard's soul. But she had still hoped he wouldn't come back.

[sings_too]

"You know," Benton pointed out after a thoughtful moment's silence. "Animals have always been able to perceive many things that we cannot. I once saw a penguin at a local wildlife rehabilitation shelter uncover one of the volunteers, who was stealing money and medicine from the organization. Perhaps if you cannot trust your own judgment, you might trust hers."

He tilted his chin at Sador.

[i_have_my_flaws]

Starbuck pointed in Sador's direction. "Her? She appeared out of nowhere! Showed up on my doorstep one day and never left. How the hell am I supposed to know what she's thinking?" She folded her arms across her chest. "Besides, last I checked, we didn't have dogs barking at Boomer before she shot the Old Man. Oh wait, that never would have happened anyway, because we don't employ the 'First Colonial Dog Squad' to discover and intercept cylons. But I am so glad that penguin worked out for you." What a frakking ridiculous idea.

[shake_bad_guys]

Ray shot her a don't make fun of the Mountie (even though he is completely unhinged, seriously, penguins? What?) At least it's not an Inuit story glare, and then leaned forward to beckon to Sador. "I-Am-An-Evil-Robot," he said, softly, in an extremely bad "mechanical" voice. "Where-Is-John-Connor?"

He stopped with his hands on his thighs and looked up at Starbuck from underneath his eyelashes. "You know what? If you can't even trust your own freaking dog, you've got more problems than...than I know how to deal with, okay? Besides, exactly what the heck do you think I'm gonna do around here?"

[i_have_my_flaws]

The joke was unfortunately lost on Starbuck. Then again, it was probably just as well.

"I don't know, and you might not either. Which is why I have every reason to have more problems than you know how to deal with."

[sings_too]

Fraser looked askance at Ray during the attempt to impersonate a robot. Considering that she did in fact suspect him of being a robot, this didn't exactly seem the most prudent course of action.

"Perhaps, under the... rather unusual... circumstances, the best course of action might be simply that we make an attempt to stay out of your way Miss... Kara," he finally offered. "A gesture of good will... or at least an attempt to be less of an annoyance."

He glanced at Diefenbaker.

"I'd offer to make the same promise for my wolf, but... you see, he rarely listens to me."

[shake_bad_guys]

See, Fraser was still thinking in terms of being logical in arguing. Which, that was his thing, but Ray was all about random bitchiness pissiness saying what was on his mind in the moment, in order to cover up with cockiness his deep-seated uneasiness insecurities go with his instincts. And his instincts were saying, there wasn't anything they could do to persuade this chick, especially since...

"Wait, hold it, hang onto your racing horses, lady. Whattaya mean, I 'might not either'? You think that's the kinda thing that's likely to slip my mind, killing millions of people? Like, whoops, now you mention it, I'd completely forgotten I fit in that genocide in between my hair appointment and lunch at Sandor's Pizza?"

Screw goodwill. Ray was getting curious, now.