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[23s_topreporter]

Inspired by the knowledge that a madman who wanted to turn them all into zombies was loose in the terminal, Edison had been very busy trying to find a way out. Of course, the process mostly consisted of trying all the things he'd already tried shortly after his arrival, only with a newfound fervor

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[c_macaulay]

Now this was an unexpected sight. Edison Carter, with no visible human audience, trying to batter his way out of the airport.

"Having second thoughts, Mr. Carter?" Camilla sounded almost amused. But mostly curious.

[23s_topreporter]

Well, he had to admit it: he was grateful for the excuse to stop. He backed up and mostly caught his breath before turning to greet her with a polite nod. "Ms. Macaulay. Second thoughts about what?" he asked in all seriousness. Surely she didn't mean second thoughts about trying to get out. That was just...odd?

[c_macaulay]

For a moment it looked as though she might actually be about to answer. Lips parted, head tilted -- on the verge of speaking. Then she shook her head very slightly, and waved one hand toward a blank television screen nearby.

Its blankness did not fool her, the gesture said.

[23s_topreporter]

"You know," Edison said after a moment's thought. "I can just tell him to scram if he's actually watching us."

[cuppa_mecha]

Joe looked down past his shoes. In an equal shine to them was a crowbar. He bent down with ease, folding his body wholey over instead of bending his knees, to inspect the metal.

He picked up the crowbar with long fingers, turning it over curiously. He glanced at the door, bearing a small bend in its frame. Surmising, as he did frequently, Joe assumed that someone had trying to be getting out and, agreeing with Captain Haight's claim of the airport being inescapable, they seemed to have failed.

Ignoring the crowbar's purpose for the time being, though, Joe found it a much more effective baton as he threw it in the air and caught it, welding it a little like the classic walking cane used in flashy stage show cabarets.

[23s_topreporter]

Talking to Camilla Macaulay was a workout and a half, but it had been a nice diversion, too. And she wasn't so bad, after all. So Edison was in a pretty decent mood (things seemed a hair less dire, for the moment, at least) when he headed back to where he'd left his crowbar. He didn't plan on trying the door again, but it might come in handy for other things. Like a weapon if he happened to meet Wesker in a bad mood.

Or a baton. That worked, too. He stopped to watch, managing a small smile.

"You're pretty good at that," he said at last. He held out his hand to the oddly shiny guy. "Edison Carter. And you are...?"

[cuppa_mecha]

With a flair only Joe and some circus performers could pull off while still remaining charming, he held the crowbar out in his left hand as he took Edison's, with only a small amount of hesitation for the congeniality.

Joe wasn't used to shaking another's hand so he gave a quick squeeze (as he'd seen business men often do with their clients) and let go fairly quickly. Not many people shook a mecha's hand.

"Joe! But most people who know me call me Gigolo Joe or Hey Joe, what do ya know! But to you I think I'll just be Joe," he said, happily.

He flipped the bar so that the curved bit was toward him and gave the man a tilt of the head, "Does this belong to you?"

[23s_topreporter]

Edison waved it off. "Yeah, but keep it. You seem to have found a better use for it."

Joe's hand felt odd. That definitely was not skin. He almost wanted to say plastic, but that didn't seem quite right, either. "So you're a gigolo," he began, half question and half statement. "Is that a good business?"