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[motherofnemesis]

"This is Max, leave a name and number and tell me what you want.
I may or may not get back to you."

[ leave a message, call her, come drop by her apartment. ]

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[motherofnemesis]

More or less. Find hiding places and picture putting away anything you don't want seen in there. Cupboards, safes, cells, subdirectories, whatever works.

[fe_male]

[ It doesn't take that much to imagine all those shelves with doors on them, creating little cubbies to hide away whatever he feels is important, and then he gets to stashing. The most important things go on a ghost drive accessed by the computer in the office, because if anyone's going to mix their literal mental metaphors, it'll be Tony Stark. ]

How can you tell when you've constructed it well enough?

[motherofnemesis]

I had a friend double check for me. [ But that's - yeahhh. She can't really imagine him being okay with her being in his mind. She wouldn't trust anyone in her head anymore, outside of the necessity of Emma's brief sojourn. ] But you should only ask someone to do that if you trust them. Otherwise, you just keep working at it, adding security, trying to be sure.

[fe_male]

[ Yeah he figured that was the answer but it doesn't mean he's that happy about it. He doesn't like things that can't be properly tested first, and right now he's not about to let anyone else into his head. There's too much happening within it that he's not totally okay with himself.

Which means that right now there's sort of an awkward moment. ] Okay. [ Uh. Hm. ] Thanks.

[motherofnemesis]

[ Frankly right now she doesn't want inside anyone's head. Something's shifted about her empathy after the past few missions. She can feel more raw power behind it and it's not something she particularly likes given how badly empathy has gone for her at various times in the past. ]

No problem. [ Hopping down from the bench, turning to go because she'd like to go sort out how she feels about this. It was weird. ] Thank you.

[fe_male]

[ Almost done!!! ]

Wait, for what?

[motherofnemesis]

[ Glancing backwards with a shrug, the lines of her body still pulled tightly together. ] For taking it well. It was a nice surprise.

[fe_male]

[ There's a decent 'oh baby i take everything well' joke in there, but he doesn't feel like making it right now. ]

I'm surprisingly liberal for a guy who was majority-funded by the government for forty-plus years.

[motherofnemesis]

Funded by the government? What for? [ Arrested in mid-step, face carefully blank. ]

[fe_male]

[ That's a weird reaction to an off-hand comment, Max. Well, it should have been off-hand. For him it was self-effacing and for her apparently some cause of worry. ]

Weapons contractor.

[ Interest isn't overpowering the mood he's currently in though. The most concise answer is the best one. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ Weapons contractor is - not as bad as it could have been. Still, not the sort of thing to get a great reaction out of her, and she blinks and evaluates for a moment. ]

Right. [ Okay yes still leaving, but that's added onto the list of things to think about. ] See you later.

[fe_male]

[ Yeah, he's not his own favourite person either, okay, so he commiserates with that reaction for a few moments, then decides to be awesome instead and brush it off, push it under those shield thingies she was just teaching him how to use. She can leave, he doesn't care; he'll just go back to what he was doing. ]

[motherofnemesis]

[ And that's her, super gone and trying to determine a) what just happened, that is possibly the best reaction she's ever had to telling someone she's an empath outside of informing people how much of an asset she would be to a mission and b) wait, weapons contractor for the government, that's definitely something to bear in mind. ]