[He laughs easily at Jack’s retort. He doesn’t think Jack is remotely uninteresting or boring by any means (the way the guy carries himself could be stories itself), but pointing out that he’d meant it more as a joke than anything else wasn’t really worth the effort when Jack wasn’t really making a stink of it. Words never capture the nuances of reality quite right anyway. Also, the way James’ eyes stay glued to the robot as Jack drags it off to the side should say plenty about how fascinating James finds robotics. It’s almost like he has some. Strange connection to the idea of mechanical engineering. Like maybe somewhere near his left shoulder.
On the matter of John, James honestly doesn’t know enough yet to form an opinion. There are fronts, and then there are fronts of fronts. Even James knows he’s completely different on a job and off duty (what he considers off duty, at least). From what he’d gathered of their initial meeting, it's hard for him to decipher what John is like as a person and not when he’s someone trying to get things done. Not that he’d turn down any insight or opinions, especially when offered so freely by Jack.]
Considering they knew our identities before passing them along to him, I can’t say I’d be surprised if they’d known. Barely anyone even knows that I'm in on this kind of work. [And the fact still unsettles him that he was somehow still found.] They did their research, whoever they are.
Regardless, I get the feeling the kid’s got something to prove. [He loses track momentarily of his train of thought when a feeling—a memory?—itches the back of his mind. He can’t place what exactly it is or why he suddenly feels it, but it only takes a moment before he’s back on track.] I mean, why else would he take this job if he knows he needs to work with you, and you both hate each other’s guts?
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On the matter of John, James honestly doesn’t know enough yet to form an opinion. There are fronts, and then there are fronts of fronts. Even James knows he’s completely different on a job and off duty (what he considers off duty, at least). From what he’d gathered of their initial meeting, it's hard for him to decipher what John is like as a person and not when he’s someone trying to get things done. Not that he’d turn down any insight or opinions, especially when offered so freely by Jack.]
Considering they knew our identities before passing them along to him, I can’t say I’d be surprised if they’d known. Barely anyone even knows that I'm in on this kind of work. [And the fact still unsettles him that he was somehow still found.] They did their research, whoever they are.
Regardless, I get the feeling the kid’s got something to prove. [He loses track momentarily of his train of thought when a feeling—a memory?—itches the back of his mind. He can’t place what exactly it is or why he suddenly feels it, but it only takes a moment before he’s back on track.] I mean, why else would he take this job if he knows he needs to work with you, and you both hate each other’s guts?