[The mutter of movement behind them seems to settle, so Jason takes to ducking down the street again. There's a fire escape a block or so down that'll take them rooftopside and skip the blockade entirely, but it wouldn't do to clue the enforcers in to that little fact.]
Could be I am. I don't like to sit on my hands.
[Time is money, you know. He's not actually busy with that particular not-so-subtly implied topic, but if Lancer's not going to ask directly, he'll go ahead and fail to confirm. Mostly to a: be a pain, but it doesn't hurt to b: find out what Lancer might have to offer on the subject anyway.
Sometimes there's more value in engaging. Just because he's not competing doesn't mean he isn't nosy.]
Why? Need something?
[It's part sardonic and part suspicion. You know what a team player he is.]
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Could be I am. I don't like to sit on my hands.
[Time is money, you know. He's not actually busy with that particular not-so-subtly implied topic, but if Lancer's not going to ask directly, he'll go ahead and fail to confirm. Mostly to a: be a pain, but it doesn't hurt to b: find out what Lancer might have to offer on the subject anyway.
Sometimes there's more value in engaging. Just because he's not competing doesn't mean he isn't nosy.]
Why? Need something?
[It's part sardonic and part suspicion. You know what a team player he is.]