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At another time, a little later than the first time, the Cooper farm finds itself presented with yet another carload of newcomers.

At least these don't apparently plan to stay -- and certainly wouldn't seem to have close bonds, the way they're all three bitching at each other, or the way the car doors slam in order as they get out and immediately stalk in different directions.

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Jo could really care less. She lived with a tech in the bar, the actual on site bar.

Oracle has better hair, and she might be wondering what music she listens to, the complaints of Rachel's issues totally and blissfully beyond her. Those doesn't even exist in her head. Not in relation to a Tech.

Getting more coffee, Jo asked, "What comes with active support?"

Though they haven't said it outright, the assumption is that they'd like to work this together, Jo and Rachel. At this point, there are two things coming between that: Dean and Babs and how comfortable Rachel is with them.

So really, it's Rachel coming between Jo and Rachel.

Rachel who continues glaring at Barbara, arms crossed tight over her chest and falling silent with Jo's question.

"Active support means you get more than access to my database," Barbara's voice is cold and businesslike. "Gear, supplies, transportation." She pauses, and when she continues her tone is the same but her eyes are a bit harder, she knows this might sound arrogant, but it's true. "And you get me."

Jo took a pull of her coffee listening, gaze moving from the cup to Oracle to the screens and back to her while she spoke.

She listened without comment this time, thinking about how little she liked a universe where everything was at nil.

Rachel absolutely did not snort at Babs' arrogance.

Because that would be rude.

But she did get some more coffee.

"Yeah," Barbara shakes her head a bit ruefully, "I can see you're impressed." She shrugs, "Clearly you'll have to work with me for a bit to see why that matters. So... you two interested in a provisional position?"

Jo looked up from her coffee. She had yet to give any inclination of being unimpressed or impressed by anything. Just attentive and at times distant or snarky.

She looked down, tapping a finger on the table the coffee pot rested on.

"There are few other options."

The was something of a silent question there.

Rachel lifts a brow, indicating she sure would like to hear those options.

Since the coffee mug in front of her lips was the only thing keeping her from an outright NO to Oracle's question.

Barbara considers this before shrugging slowly, "As far as I can tell there aren't a lot of other large scale groups operating. I mentioned some active military units, you could probably hook up with one of them if you wanted. I know Mel's been organizing things around the farm itself, and she might have plans to branch out. But I think I'm the only person with an active organization at the global level."

Jo finished her second cup of coffee with a nod, casting a glance at Rachel again.

"We should talk about it," she said to Oracle, looking back. Not that she had any intention to do any talking. Setting her mug down, "Let you know before we head off?"

Rachel's brows lift sharply, surprised.

She wouldn't have figured Jo had any intention of talking it out either. But she takes another sip of coffee before mimicking the other blonde and setting it aside.

Babs nods and turns suddenly to open one of the cabinets along the wall. She pulls out a hard-backed plastic case. "Here. There's a satellite phone in here. My number is pre-programmed in, but you should be able to use it to reach other people if you can get a contact number. A lot of the grid is down, but some people still have communication gear."

Jo took it, looking it in her hands. "Cool."

Which is was, even if her voice was more amused at what seemed to be better tech for this world. She enclosed her arms around it, clasping it to her abdomen loosely.

It didn't show but she didn't miss it either. This was Oracle taking a chance on them regardless, that they might change their minds later, somewhere else, if the answer wasn't yes later today. It was a kind of move that reminded her of her mother (even if it lacked a sardonically barbed comment with it).

It was the kind of move that reminded Rachel of Cassie.

Which is, quite possibly, the only thing that softens her expression, or makes her hold her tongue, eyes dropping to the ground for a moment.

"Thanks," she says after a moment, the words surprising her almost as much as it probably surprised the listeners. "For the... presentation."

"Call me if you've got questions," Barbara says easily. "And stay as safe as you can out there. You might have noticed? But the world's a mess."

"Hard to miss."

Jo said it, turning toward the door. It was one part agreement, one part entirely blank, and the rest was just the closest word she was getting to goodbye as she made for the door.

Edited 2008-07-18 05:22 (UTC)

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