Cara looked to her left at her workbench, strewn with every tool imaginable and moved towards it, casually tossing her wrench into the pile with a clang. Slowly, her alarm was beginning to melt to the same steely resolve that her sister was so known for. In Cara, however, it simply exuded an air of confidence- unlike the aggressive, take-no-prisoners way in which it caused her sister to act. And thus, she DID take her eyes off of James for a minute or so before gripping the gauss pistol that she had found lying amongst her belongings. Although she did not point it, it was enough for the moment that she had it at all. With a wry grin, she motioned with it towards an open doorway. "Before I teach you ANYTHING, we're going to get you out of my best jumpsuit, and you're going to describe the other side of this coin to me," she mused.
And then, aware of how that may have sounded, the mechanic quickly corrected herself. "Out of that and into something else, I mean." She led him into a side room, that he was surprised to find, was NOT covered in a thin layer of dirt and grime. This actually was beautifully decorated, with rich tones of burnt orange, black, and gold. A tapestry hung on the far wall, swirling vines and flowers of black covering a light field. Beneath it sat a lovely bed, sheets dressed in black, dotted here and there with a twisted copper design. Past these she went, and straight to a dresser in the corner, and into the bottom drawer where he was surprised to find a few pairs of too-large jeans, t-shirts and the like. In response to his raised brow and mischievous grin, she sighed and with her own, said simply, "I enjoy my days off out of this frilly stuff." An elegant hand motioned to her white capris, jacket, and fitted shirt. "So, if someone happens to leave something here... I keep it."
Cara was saved when something tweeted at her a moment later. When she reached into her pocket and pulled out a small communicator, she saw that it was Mia. "Excuse me," she said, ducking just around the corner. She could still see him to a certain extent, and she made sure that he knew that while she talked to her sister.
"Hey, where are you?" her twin asked, almost nonchalantly.
"At the shop. Getting a few things and trying to figure out how to close up while we're gone."
"Aw, don't close up for good! You love that shop! And besides, you'll never be able to sell it in time anyway. Just close up and LOCK UP after you get what you need and then you can start fresh when we get back."
There was a pause on Cara's end and Mia was unsure what was really going on. "Cara? Cara...? Cara!"
Cara had been keeping an eye on her guest, her free hand still gripping the gauss pistol, and spaced out on the phone conversation entirely. At Mia's cry, the woman jumped and turned back to her sister's image. "Yeah, grab my stuff and lock up. I'll meet up with you later. Just call me." And with that, she ducked back around the corner to get her toolbag and a duffel.
When she returned, James was dressed, her jumpsuit lying on the bed in a crumpled heap. With a crackling blue light, she set the pistol down on the dresser, just as a warning that even disarmed, she was still a potent force to reckon with. With that, she rolled the jumpsuit into a ball and stuffed it in the duffel bag. After that, she began pulling clothes from the dresser and filling the duffel bag, and once that was done, she moved on to the various items around the room, placing them in the toolbag. "So, you still have to fill me in there, Casanova," she reminded with a small smirk.
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