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Hey guys.

[ She's still getting over the after effects of her own personal heightened state of panic, so forgive her if Laura looks more tired than usual. She totally has a reason for addressing literally everyone though, so she presses on with a quick smile. ]

Listen, I've ransacked the place I'm staying at and there's literally no clothes I can feasibly wear. [ Which is in part because the clothes indicate this house had last been inhabited by people in their fifties, and part because she looks like she hasn't had so much as a meal - let alone a hot one - in weeks. She laughs briefly, shrugging and glancing down for a moment. ] Does anyone have like, spare female clothes floating around? I can't keep walking around in shorts, my legs are going to be permanently icicles soon I swear.

So yeah. [ Welp, awkward request is awkward. ] I can like, try to find stuff to trade or whatever, so let me know? Thanks.

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I don't have spare female clothes. But I do have spare male clothes, if you don't mind the difference. Anything is better than icicle legs, right? I can look for the former in the mean time.

Hey, two big brothers, I can deal with whatever. [ Have a nice big grin just for Jet, even if it is a little careful at first. ] Don't go out of your way or anything, please. I just mean like, if there's stuff lying around.

[ He's smiling as well, and it comes out in his tone. ] I have things lying around. [ Which is true enough, but he'll look anyway. ] Do you want me to come to you, or would you like to come here?

Well if you don't mind a little space invasion, I can totally come over there? [ Which she really hopes he doesn't mind, since she's already hunting around for her dorky Christmas sweater to brave the cold. It's lame, sure, but at least it's warm. ] It's like a treasure hunt without the 'X' to mark te spot.

I like space. It's uncomplicated, in all the senses of the word. All you have to do is look at it, and it's there. You don't have to try to understand it. It just is. [ ... Sorry, Laura. ] You can come over. Do you know the building number?

Wrong space, dummy. [ Definitely teasing, in case the stifled giggles didn't give it away. Stop being such a massive dork, Jet, it's too precious to handle. ] Uh no, I don't actually. Which one?

[ Good thing he brought it up, because she's already on her way out the door and hadn't even thought to ask. ]

[ He just laughs a little. Still true! ] Building five. It's behind the Pharmacy. I'll answer the door when you find your way here.

Five. Pharmacy. Got it!

[ He can't see the salute, but she does it anyway.

And sure enough, a few minutes later she's at the door and ready for the treasure hunt. Someone needs to confiscate this sweater, but she's just going to go ahead and keep wearing it with pride until that happens. Knocking a few times in rapid succession, she steps back and shoves her hands into her pockets. The biggest grin ever is waiting for Jet. ]

[ Hell no, that sweater is a work of art. Jet answers the door, and the sight of Laura in her sweater and shorts and big grin makes Jet laugh. And for the first time in a few days, it's a real laugh, and he can't help it. It feels good. ]

Ahh, hello, Laura. I have no idea why you would need to look for clothes when you have a magnificent sweater like that. [ Man, he's not even joking. ] Did you find your way here alright? No trouble?

[ A compliment for the sweater? Oh Jet, you just made that big grin spread even further, and she smooths it down a little as she gives a pseudo-casual shrug. ] Oh, yeah it's alright. Gets me from A to B, you know.

[ ...Her poker face is terrible though, an after a moment she snickers and breaks, nodding quickly. ] Yeah, once I worked out where the pharmacy was it was all gravy from there. Now I know where you live, you'll never be rid of me.

[ Jet scoots aside to let her in, smiling still. ] I'm not entirely sure I'd want to be rid of you. [ He says mildly, leading her to the living room. He's brought out some of the spare clothes he has, and he gestures to it. ]

This is all what I have. You're welcome to any of it.

Well good, 'cause I won't let you any time soon. [ She nudges his side as she steps into the house, raising her eyebrows as she gestures to the sweater. ] I'd like to see you deal without this thing in your life, seriously.

[ She does glance at the pile for a moment or two, but then she taps her fingers lightly against her chin before pointing at Jet. Ideas have occurred to her, be wary. ] Have you met Jesse, the dude who lives in my house? He's like, yay tall and full of swag?

[ Full of... swag. Yes, that is exactly what Jesse is. Jet is totally suppressing a grin. ] I have. I didn't know you two lived together, though I guess I've been distracted and less observant than I should be.

[ He reaches up to push his hair out of his face. ] Why? Is he alright?

Yeah, I kind of ran into him day one and he kicked the door down for us? So. [ This is obviously a completely legitimate reason to live with someone. She just shrugs. That door-kicking had been badass as hell, seriously. ]

Yeah, he's okay. Should he not be? [ That's only mild concern there, but definite suspicion. ] Agent Star, in the interest of full disclosure you should probably tell me what you know.

[ Wow, swoon. Jet's going to say something about the door, except Laura asks him about Jesse and Jet's expression sort of wrinkles up a bit. It's not really any of his business, it's just...

SIGH. ] No, he should be okay. He was... sick, and seeing things like the rest of us, but I've spoken to him since then and he seemed fine. [ Wryly: ] You'll find it isn't unusual for me to over-worry about people. It's a consistent personality trait.

[ She's giving him the most intense look ever, for a moment. ...Sick doesn't sound good, and it's not like she hasn't noticed Jesse's slightly odder then usual (at least, the usual that she knows) behaviour. ]

Well, if you're sure. If I should be worried about him too you let me know though, okay? [ And she even points a finger at him for good measure, just to really hammer the point home. She's super serious about this. Not so much that she won't move on with the conversation though. If he won't tell her that's okay, she understands, but it's always good to put the request out there just in case. ]

I only bring him up 'cause, well he could probably use clothes too, I just think he's bad at asking for help. You think you've got anything here that might fit him?

[ Jet offers a smile. ] I would say that you should be worried about him in general. He seems like one of those who is exceedingly... accident prone. [ Yeah, he generally tends to attract people who like to beat in his face. Not that Jet knows that but whatever. ]

I do, I think. In fact I think a good portion of these things will fit him. He is the same size as -- [ He stops, and purses his lips. ] Well. He is a little taller, I think. But the clothes will fit as well as they can.

Is it too much to ask for you two to share? [ He's teasing! ]

Well, yeah I sort of thought that much too. Glad I wasn't the only one who noticed. [ It's kind of stupid maybe, but she's taken this whole housemate thing to heart, and she's going to go ahead and try and watch out for the people she's starting to like as much as possible. It's an accidental byproduct of the whole 'everyone you love is dead' thing. ]

He's just a bit...strung out lately. I know there was the crazy gas but.. [ Shrug. She's never had the pleasure of being exposed to drugs, let alone anyone who uses. She wouldn't know how to pick out the signs even if they were staring her in the face. ]

I'd be down, but I think he might start to protest if he's wearing shirts that fit like crop tops, and the general public might start to protest if my pants are around my ankles more often than my waist. [ She's totally grinning, at least until she sputters slightly and shakes her head. ] In a super not the town bicycle kind of way.

[ Town... bicy-- oh. Jet snorts, and then laughs, covering his mouth with his hand. ] I think I'm not alone in hoping I never have to see Jesse in a... crop top. [ He moves over to the couch to go through the clothes, lifting them to look them over. ]

Strung out, though... [ He sighs, and glances up at Laura. ] If he starts to act strangely, possibly even violently, I'd like you to let me know, alright? I'm not saying that he will, but I imagine the, mm, 'crazy gas' may have side effects. [ That's not exactly what he's thinking, but he doesn't want to give Laura the wrong impression about Jesse. ] He seems to me to be a good kid, and I would rather have him well.

I'd like to see both of you doing well. You have both been kind to me, during my stay. [ He offers her a pair of jeans. ] Which is why I have no qualms in giving you both whatever I can find.

Are you sure about that? [ Because she would maybe pay good money to see that. Come on Jet, don't deny that it would be hilarious.

She sobers up really fast when he mentions violent though, and frowns a moment as she listens to him carefully. She's slow to respond, thinking for a moment, then just nods. ] Yeah, I'll tell you. Thanks.

[ She eyes the jeans for a moment, and then just leans in a little to poke his arm lightly. It's a little smile that he gets from her this time, but aside from being mildly amused, it's mostly just really, really warm. ] And uh, thanks for all this, too. Actually just all of everything. You're alright, for a secret agent.

[ Jet's expression is warm, too, and he puts the pair of jeans down long enough to take her hand and squeeze it once before dropping it. He hopes that isn't too much. He's a little rusty on proper social interaction. ]

I try my best. [ He remarks, adjusting his eyepatch. One of these days he'll probably forget to put it on before guests come over, but today is not that day. ] It is my pleasure to help.

You know. [ He starts, idly, folding the jeans. ] I've definitely decided that this is not my crew's afterlife, though.

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