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[tanyadams]

Tanya is at the Bar again, cleaning her guns. Not like they really need cleaning, but it is a familiar exercise that helps keep her nerves in check.

The big mission is coming, making her understandably nervous. Disassemble. Clean. Check. Assemble.

She might need a distraction from it.

[Tanya Adams]

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[notascreensaver]

There's a Game sprite seated not too far away and munching idly on some paradoxes while she flips though a User motorbike magazine. The other woman is spotted, and AndrAIa flicks a paradox at her.

Heads up Tanya, incoming foodstuffs.

[tanyadams]

Pure reflex, she blocks it, noticing the movement out of the corner of her eye, and at the same time grabbing the pistol that is still whole and loaded.

Jumpy? You bet!

[notascreensaver]

AndrAIa's used to jumpiness and edgy trigger-fingers, which is why she's still smiling as she throws another paradox at her target.

[tanyadams]

This one she catches, and smirks to the sprite. "Hi..." The food is placed down, her hands are dirty with machine oil, so the paradox went inedible. "How are you, AndrAIa?"

[diamond_badgirl]

"Hey babe." Lucy slides into the seat next to Tanya. "Nice hardware." Her tone is joking, but she's worried. Pre-worrying, in fact.

[tanyadams]

Lucy brightens her day and Tanya kisses her lightly. "Just my old guns. People keep telling me I should use the caseless ammo new guns, but..." Her colts work as well and are very familiar.

[diamond_badgirl]

"Stick with what works, that's what I say. Pity they can't be converted or something, though. Reloading can be a pain." She grins, remembering something. "Like that guy in the hangar on the rock. We got him mid-cartridge, didn't we?"

[tanyadams]

"Yes, we did." Tanya grins, kissing her again and shaking head. "You know, definitewly afte rthe war I am going with you."