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I'm taking a survey.

What did everybody do for a job before, you know, coming here?

[private to Howie; added later]

I think I had girl talk. Does that count as making a friend?

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[Frankie was oblivious. As street smart as he'd been where he came from, here he really had no clue the dangers of the people here. Girls were sexy bitches and guys were the same as they'd always been. Things like vampires, superpowers, and aliens were all bullshit.]

"I fuckin' hope you come." [Crass, tactless. It was how he grew up and he had yet to find a reason to be otherwise.

He stood from his leaning place on the wall and walked toward Elle, grinning a bit.] "Damn girl. You're even better than I thought you'd be."

[Elle kicked a doorstop under the door and leaned back against the wall, beckoning him closer with one crooked finger.]

"Get over here. The closer you are, the nicer I can be."

[Frankie didn't hesitate to get closer, pressing one hand on the wall behind her to lean in and close the distance without yet touching her.]

"How nice you gonna be?"

"How nice do you want me to be?" [Elle reached up and sent a little jolt of electricity into the tip of his nose.]

[Frankie's head snapped back a fraction when she shocked him, his momentary panic reverting to innuendo almost immediately.]

"What the fuck was that?.. That's pretty hot." [Frankie took the half-step forward to press his body into hers, lifting his free hand to her lower back.] "I want us both to have a good time, baby."

[Elle smirked up at him as she rested both hands on his chest.] "I don't really care whether you have a good time or not." [She gave him a hard, sharp blast.]

[Frankie stumbled back from shock as much as from the force of the blast, falling to the ground a few feet away. There seemed to be a measure of panic beneath the otherwise chill facade. He wasn't angry so much as confused.]

"The fuck? What the hell?" [He looked down to the singed bits of his shirt where her palms had been, then back up to her.] "How did you do that?"

[Elle brought her pointer finger up to her lips and blew on it, like it was the barrel of a gun.]

"I'm special." [She almost said the guy's name, but it occurred to her that she didn't know it. Oh well.]

[Frankie wasn't sure now whether to think it was hot or to scared. Something told him panic was the logical response, but he wasn't really prepared to show any fear toward some bitch he'd just met. He casually brought himself up on his feet, expression somewhere between confusion and nonchalance.]

"Well fuck this. You're fine and all? But I'm not so much in the mood to be played with. How about you let me the fuck out and we just go on our merry ways. It's not like I'm going to tell the Feds or wardens or who the fuck ever anyway."

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