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[trickswithsticks]

Leah could, if she wanted, call up any number of people and ask them to do her a favour by giving her a lift to the farm.

She chooses to take a cab because that's one step closer to independence, and she's weird like that.

Which is why, one afternoon, said cab pulls up alongside the farm and deposits a blonde woman in sunglasses and carrying a white cane, who tips generously before it heads off. She takes a few seconds to orient herself before heading up the path towards the farmhouse.

She's hoping to find a person in particular, but anyone who gets in her way will be spoken to.

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[trickswithsticks]

Leah grins, approving of all these tactics.

"Stabbing and dropping'll work. Is it hard to carry things?"

[selflesslight.livejournal.com]

"Depends what I'm carrying, I guess. Not usually any harder than carrying something in my hand and remembering not to drop it."

[trickswithsticks]

"What's your weight limit?"

Because Leah's willing to bet it greater than something she can carry in her hand.

[selflesslight.livejournal.com]

"Fuckin'... dunno."

There's a short pause while she tries to remember the heaviest thing she's ever lifted.

"Picked up an eighteen-wheeler once and my feet sank into the ground," she offers. "That was a bitch. And I can't fly too good with more'n a couple people; I end up flapping like a chicken that fell off a roof. So, uh, I guess I can carry whatever's a lot lighter'n a truck? And in the air I can do two passengers, three or four if I don't need to be anywhere in a hurry?"

[trickswithsticks]

Leah laughs out loud.

"Bloody hell, man. I fucking love paraphysics."

[selflesslight.livejournal.com]

Val snickers. "Yeah, me too."

[trickswithsticks]

"Alright," Leah says, nodding. "I think I got enough. You looking to do some damage?"

[selflesslight.livejournal.com]

"Always." Her grin is audible in the word.

(in case you wanted her to talk to him)

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

Some time after the thread with Val, Neil can be found sitting out back of the bunker, looking at his robot. There's an empty plastic bucket perched beside him on the edge of the low roof, and his fingers are drumming absently on the rim.

[trickswithsticks]

Leah's hanging out at the farm for now, intending to spend the afternoon exploring. Right now, it includes a track around the bunker, her cane running in smooth motions across the round in front of her, touching the wall at the far left of every swing.

She hears his drumming long before she gets close enough to talk. But then, he probably see her approach, as well.

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

Whhen he glances up and sees her, the drumming stops. Not for any dramatic reason; he's just temporarily distracted.

[trickswithsticks]

Not that Leah really knows why it stopped.

She smiles. "Hey, I interrupting anything?"

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

He laughs. "Just my boredom. Can't say that I mind."

[trickswithsticks]

Leah, who hates boredom, is glad for that.

"I'm Leah," she says, slowing as she draws closer to him, and eventually placing her hand on the bunker wall.

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

"Neil," he offers in return. "Nice to meet you."

[trickswithsticks]

"The Neil with the great big fucking robot?"

She pauses to find herself a place to sit on the bunker - it probably means poking his thigh a couple of times, sorry - and heaves herself up like a swimmer getting out of the pool.

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

He's too busy laughing to mind.

"Yeah, that's me. Let me guess, you got my name from Val?"

[trickswithsticks]

"She's got a way with words."

It's true, and it's one Leah approves of.

"I've got experience in field tactics, so I got talked into coordinating the Detroit shenanigans."

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

"All right."

What he thinks, and keeps to himself: damn is he ever glad Val isn't running this show.

[trickswithsticks]

"I just need the specs on the 'bot, then," she says. "Can't play chess if you don't know how the knights move."

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

Neil leans back on his hands, contemplating his mobile suit, which is sitting about ten or fifteen feet away directly in front of them.

"To tell you the truth, I'm not sure anymore. Back in my world I could've rattled off all the numbers in my sleep, but she took a hell of a beating and the repairs got stalled when my mechanic turned into a newt. I think she still flies, but I wouldn't want to bet on how fast."

With a shrug, "The targeting system still works just fine, though, and I know Steve fixed her beam rifle first. She's a sniper suit; on a good day I can vaporize a basketball at a hundred kilometers. I haven't been having too many good days lately, so it's probably closer to fifty for a shot that precise."

And with the right equipment and both eyes he can hit a target in geosynchronous orbit, but that's irrelevant right now.

[trickswithsticks]

Leah is not going to quote Python
She is not going to quote Python
She is not going to quote Python.

Dammit.

"Do me a favour and test flight when you've got a sec?" she asks.

"What's the reload time on the rifle? Assume an aimed shot."

It was limiting to her, but she averaged at 20 arrows in a minute.

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

"Reload's negligible. Less time than it takes me to pick a new target."

Because Gundams are essentially magic.

"If I want to hit everything I aim at, I can't do much better than two shots in five seconds."

It used to be two in three, according to his mun's very scientific review of canon, but that was before his injury.

[trickswithsticks]

Which is close enough to Leah's performance at the top of her game that she grins. Although in her case the limiting factor was muscle movement, and not her crazy-quick aiming brain.

"That's the kind of thing I like to hear. Does it stand up to close combat?"

She's assuming yes.

[neraiutsu.livejournal.com]

"Yeah. Not what it was built for, but it does okay."