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[synthdetective]

"I need a break from the Wastelands so I'm going to stick around for a bit. So if anyone happens to need a detective..."

Nick is a rather somber sounding mechanical man with a trilby hat, battered trench coat, and pants. He has a slender cigarette dangling from his skeletal fingers. Nick is standing under a street lamp, and he grumbles under his breath.

"I need to ask a question, okay, I'll ask a question. What do you do when you thought someone you knew turns out to be a complete lie?"

The somberness is gone, and Nick sounds angry very angry. "I've tried to reason with them, but he has decided to show his true colors." The old robot detective rocks back on the battered souls of his shoes, as he lifts his cigarette up to his lips to take a puff as if it will literally calm his gears.

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[fiveofnone]

It's not the question that catches Caspar's attention. It's the detective's appearance that has the man in the teal suit giving him a careful, scrutinizing look.

"Have you tried beating some sense into him?" he remarks dryly. "It probably won't change his mind but it might make you feel better."

[not_the_question]

The Doctor remembers meeting Nick a very long time ago now. A trial with Davros was involved. But he has no way to know if this Nick is the same as that one.

He pulls a face at the question, because maybe he misheard it.

"What do you mean they turned out to be a complete lie? Everyone hides themselves a little when they first meet new people."

i know i'm literally 800 years too late, but i've been wanting cr with these two for ages!

[torsion]

"I'm in the business of taking care of things, myself. I'll keep an ear to the ground."

She looks like she's taller from a distance, long muscular legs and thighs and the shape of her body is deceptive for a woman that stands on the cusp of 5'5". Decked in blue and grey tones, everything compresses everywhere just as good tactical gear should. A handgun is holstered at her side, as is a knife against her lower leg; it indicates how she uses it, swiftly and likely with a running start.

Jill doesn't mean to give him a once-over that's almost dragging, like molasses dripping slowly to its destination. She's seen a lot of things, but he's very different. He's not trying to kill her, so she'd say that's a good start. She shifts from where she stands, to approach but leave a comfortable space between them.

"You sound like you're trying to convince yourself of something." Need then... that switch. "In my experience? You do what you can. Watch out for yourself, don't let them turn you into a casualty."

She talks with her hands, though not terribly animated in how she does it. Jill nudges her baseball cap up so her eyes are more visible.

"You let what you had get in the way, it's likely to make things worse in the long-run." She couldn't have known. She can see it all now in stop motion frames, her life changing in twenty-four hours. "Sometimes trust doesn't run as deeply as it should. But you seem to know that with me saying it. Just need someone to remind you, I take it?"