Yeah, I guess…
*Pepe didn’t have much of a reference point, since he only began roaming off-base since his arrival in Mountain Lab—Teufort being in the middle of nowhere, and DoubleCross being hard to reach by road both proved to keep him on base—and he opted out of mentioning how he almost got swindled when he acquired the milling machine at the supplier of the legitimate construction company. Or the miller, period.
He notices Ophelia looks nervous, but she might simply be high-strung. Maybe it’s the cameras making her uncomfortable, or she might not be a people person. Like him, maybe…
Pepe can’t help a smile when she mentions the DF as well.*
It’s really a small world! I left a bit over a year ago, when I—
*He swallows back his first instincts. No, no,no. He shouldn’t tell her about his arrest, they barely just met! And what if she buys into thinking he’s a communist, or an anarchist, or whatever the hell the press said about the incident? No, no. Better not.*
—finished my studies. Turns out that my diploma wouldn’t give me the career options I would have wanted, and…well, I got contacted by the recruitment agency so…
*He half-shrugs, trying to keep the conversation light.*
Here I am, haha.
-Given that information (if it’s even the truth and he’s not full of crap) he would have been in the capital during the same time she had. It makes her smile to know that, that they’re at least a little connected. And he was studying too! Her nostrils flair with a small huff. She hates that she doesn’t feel safe here enough to talk-
That’s really great though, that you had that opportunity I mean…
-She’s gnawing on the inside of her cheeks again, enough to feel the ache of rawness and taste blood. Ophelia wants to ask further, oh God does she… there’s no way he doesn’t know about the rebellion if he’s telling the truth.
And if he’s lying she’s probably screwed anyway right? She turns the detector off-
Did you hear about what happened at Tlatelolco?
-Her words are breathless and strung together-