[for Joe]

[domyshare]

Zero sat at the center of his cell, tin arm plate in his hands, idly flexing the armor over and over at the elbow joint. It squeaked now. Not the typical noise of basic movement of the piece, either, but the clear, unmistakable sounds of metal that just hasn’t been properly tended to

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[wutaiheart]

He's relieved when nothing seems out of the ordinary at the prison, though he has to explain himself to the guards, and it's probably pretty strange for your coworker to show up in the body of a little girl, barely old enough to handle his job. Not as much of a kid as Buck assumed, at least, though it's not very comforting either way.

Joe walks up to Zero's cell, hands in the pockets of his jacket--sure, all he's got is a couple of knives, but it's better than nothing. And he's probably better off with a decent pair of legs under him. At least they haven't let him out, he thinks, figuring the body is just as dangerous as the mind, especially when this ends. "Hey," he greets, almost casually. If Zero's still himself, there's no reason to tip him off to what's going on outside.

[domyshare]

Zero was never particularly great with pleasantries, behind bars or not. Somehow, though, anything anyone on the other side of them said had always managed to sound more mocking than they'd probably meant it to. Even when it was just one word.

He didn't return the greeting, just blinked up at her. Who the hell let some little girl in here, anyway? Was this some new brand of torture, like the guy with the monkey-rat? He wasn't in the mood for surprises.

[wutaiheart]

Joe blinked back, remembering guys in the wards--prisoners of war, guys held hostage in hotel rooms, starved and wounded, infected, dull. He's not sure what it is that prompts him to ask--sympathy, the need to make conversation, or just a sense of how things ought to be--"How're they treating you?" He reaches out and grips the bars in both hands, both to show a lack of fear and a lack of threat. He's just here for information, not a fight. He trusts this body's reflexes if Zero makes a move.

[domyshare]

"Like a King," Zero deadpanned, arms outspread, showing off his domain. "Are you lost?" Or just plain stupid?

[wutaiheart]

Certainly sounds like a guy that's been in there for awhile, Joe figures, relieved that this much hasn't gone wrong in all the confusion. "Just a concerned citizen," he says, tapping his fingers on the bars, straightening his posture, stretching his arms.

[domyshare]

"In my experience, concerned citizens are usually more trouble than they're worth." One in particular. And then when One found friends with similar interests, all that combined concern just got to be a great big nuisance.

[wutaiheart]

He shrugs, letting go of the bars and dropping the hands to his sides. "Guess I won't keep troubling you, then." His loss, but Joe's got what he came for.

[domyshare]

"Tell Cain I said hi," Zero said with a smirk, turning his attention back down to the metal in his hands. If she had no idea who he was talking about then no harm done. If she did, Zero just had to wonder how many more concerned citizens he could expect before his sentence was up.