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[un_beau_coquin]

At least I still 'ave my cigarettes. [He opens up his case and lights up.

Currently, his back is facing the camera, the only signs of movement from him being the rise and fall of his chest as he takes a few drags of his cigarette.]

Now zhen. Gentlemen. While I do enjoy a good game every now and zhen myself, I do not appreciate zhis one. A teleporter

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[sauntersvaguely]

Teleporter? Since when did those exist?

But if you do find one, I'd like to come with.

[un_beau_coquin]

Zhey 'ave existed since--

[He pauses when he realizes he's about to give a history lesson about confidential information.]

For a while. I suppose you do not see zhem everyday, non.

[sauntersvaguely]

I haven't seen them ever. [He tilts his head.] You talk as if they're a part of your normal, everyday life.

[maximumwing]

[Looks around, scanning for exits. Her eyes dart back and forth.]

I'd rather fly out of here, but that doesn't seem to be an option. If you manage to get out, take me with you. It's kinda cramped in here, I'm getting kinda paranoid. What do they want with us?

[She resists the urge to spread out her wings, instead looking around again.]

I hope we get out of here soon, one way or another. I hate not having windows.

[un_beau_coquin]

[He plays with his knife, moving his cigarette between his lips.]

Not 'aving a window around is zhe least of my concerns, petit. [He narrows his eyes at her.] Is zhere anyzhing you do besides look scared?

[maximumwing]

I'm not scared. I'm just... nervous. Clausophobic or whatever. Anyways, I can fight, not that that'll do much good now. I know how to survive, if there are any conditions at all. Which there aren't, right now. Oh yeah, I can do this. [She spreads her wings, but not completely straight, due to the lack of room.] Tada!

Now if only there were a window I could jump out of. [She looks around

and focuses on the only other person in the room.] And what can you do?

[un_beau_coquin]

Ah. Well, zhen. [He gives her a good once-over, doing a mental measure of her wings and making an estimation of how fast she would be able to fly.]

I can gut you like a cornish game 'en, mademoiselle. Mais, I will not. It would do neizzer of us any good, non? [With a smile, he continues to flick his knife.

He pauses to shake some ash from his cigarette.] Anyway. We must check zhe room for any 'idden doors or exits.

[retardantflame]

Yeah, count me in. There ain't anythin' to burn here. Hell, I'm usin' up my fuel to keep warm. I'm freezin'! Just find me a damn heavy, lots of fat on them. Spies are fun too, though. Want to have a behind-duel? If we get out of here, f***. Any ideas?

[un_beau_coquin]

Non. And I do not wish to brainstorm wizh you; for all I know, your brain is probably scrambled eggs due to zhe asbestos in your suit.

[retardantflame]

...says the guy who wears a tight mask on his head. Asbestos doesn't impair thinking skills, dumbass. And besides, I've got my mask on most of the time. No asbestos can get through this baby! [She taps her helmet.] But if this bastard doesn't want to, I can probably melt something to get out. [She looks up.] Open sky, maybe I can use a flare. Fuck you, Spy. I'll get out on my own.

[un_beau_coquin]

Go ahead. I would razzer you keep to your own business zhan drag me into anyzhing. You will probably end up setting me on fire for zhe fun of it. [He snorts.] Despite zhe fact zhat we are on zhe same team.