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[thenormalsquint]

Who: Angela and Bruce
What: The tables are turned on the billionaire playboy. Or something like that.
Where: Some cheap diner in Howl Barrow
When: Misdi evening
Warnings: None

Hunkered down in a back booth is Angela, sipping on a tall glass of ice water. Sure, she has a sweet tooth and would rather drink iced tea, but even though they said what she ordered earlier was iced tea, it really tasted like some funky bush water with a squirt of lemon. Deciding to play it safe for now, Angela peruses the menu, looking for anything familiar to order whenever Bruce shows up. If she's lucky and her prayers are answered, maybe he'll be carrying a bottle of hot sauce she can steal and cover whatever she orders. Which is what she usually does anyway, regardless of where she eats.

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[caballero]

"You should try talking to the local sheriffs," he suggests, placid. It's different than the the Militia - the district enforcement, rural nearly, scurrying around keeping the peace and helping people get on, versus the iron fist of the capitol that people seem to be made uncomfortable by. "It's not like digital imaging is big here, sketch artists are probably in pretty high demand."

He stops himself there, like it's a conversation and not a cry for help - Bruce has a problem with... well, fixing problems, if people but a puzzle or something out of order in front of him he's going to try and solve it.

[thenormalsquint]

"I could, but I don't want to deal with death and crime if I don't have to," Angela admits sheepishly. The job that has now turned into a longtime career is less straining on her mentally, but the nightmares and the nausea and the emotional fatigue from seeing a side of humanity no one should still remain. "I want to see if my art takes me anywhere before I go for that last option."

His advice, though unrequested, is appreciated. Angela's quite the same; don't give her something she can't fix herself or give advice on how to fix. Otherwise, it's a great way to make her feel useless for the moment. Now on the train, she turns both physically and the conversation towards him. Angela, being herself, reaches out and taps his temple lightly. "So I take it you found something to do here with those engineer brains of yours?