and meet me at the parking lot.
Aubrey's sitting in the Skid, as per usual. Not 'as per usual', xe's clean and dressed in clothing that fits and xe's actually combed xes hair, not just run xes fingers through it and called it good. Xe's packed up everything xe owns into the back of the Skid, and is sitting with xes computer on xes lap, feet on the dash.
None of that's really all that remarkable (other than the combed hair, of course). The main thing is, the Skid has moved. To the main level of the Conrad's parking garage. It's squeeing about the fact that it got to move, even though Aubrey had to keep the jets pulsing at a ridiculously low level and almost ran into a few walls anyway, and isn't willing to try that again, especially not with the seat still loose from the floor. The Point Is, it got to move.
So there's a slightly-nervous Aubrey sitting in a squeeing Skid. Waiting for this 'Malek' guy from the journals. Rather impatiently. Aubrey's considering running off to somehow finagle a beer. Or a sandwich. Really, xe's just nervous about meeting New and Different People.
None of that's really all that remarkable (other than the combed hair, of course). The main thing is, the Skid has moved. To the main level of the Conrad's parking garage. It's squeeing about the fact that it got to move, even though Aubrey had to keep the jets pulsing at a ridiculously low level and almost ran into a few walls anyway, and isn't willing to try that again, especially not with the seat still loose from the floor. The Point Is, it got to move.
So there's a slightly-nervous Aubrey sitting in a squeeing Skid. Waiting for this 'Malek' guy from the journals. Rather impatiently. Aubrey's considering running off to somehow finagle a beer. Or a sandwich. Really, xe's just nervous about meeting New and Different People.