[Elliot nodded, following her into the diner. His hands had by this time slid into the pockets of his hoodie as he sat across from her. He was trying to look not as crazy as he knew he'd been looking the last couple of months.]
[The waitress came over, asking what they wanted to drink. Daisy immediately ordered a cup of coffee, but also a glass of water. Knowing it would come with ice.]
[Elliot ordered a water quietly, though he really wasn't hungry or thirsty. He could go for a smoke but settled for drumming his fingers against his thigh.]
Because the food is cheap and I'm a terrible cook.
[Because she doesn't have a stove in her van that she lives in, and she's on the run.
Their drinks came quickly, and then the waitress asked if they were ready to order. Daisy got her regular, burger and fries. The healthy option, obviously. What? There's lettuce and tomato on the side that she rarely ever puts on.
Once Elliot orders what he wants, or doesn't and the waitress leaves, Daisy goes fishing in her glass of water for the ice. Putting it in one of the heavy duty napkins that are on the table and wraps it in there before handing it to Elliot.]
[He wasn't that great at cooking either but then again he didn't really eat that much either. He ordered some toast -- not much the big eater and he's not particularly hungry after getting jumped.]
Thanks. [He said quietly taking the wrapped ice and smiling a little.]
Are you working on anything...?
[He made a bit of a face when the ice pressed to the sore spot on his jaw.]
[Elliot kept the ice to the skin despite the discomfort. It was a bit unusual to think of the girl he remembered not working on anything but he didn't think twice about it.]
[That's when he hesitated and tried to decide if he should tell her or not. It's not like she was a stranger but he was pretty sure it'd been a long time. Was she still trustworthy -- then again was anyone?
Instead of trying to wave off the question or answering it, he stared at her, watching her prepare her coffee. Maybe he could read the answer to his dilemma that way.]
[Brows knitted together, Daisy looks up when their food is brought to them. She thanks the waitress and waits until she's out of ear shot.]
....Yeah? I feel like I'm missing something. I mean, it's been like that for as long as we've been alive.
[She got into hacking to try and find her parents and while she considered herself a hacker. A great one, actually. There was parts of hacker culture she didn't quite get.]
[Elliot thought about it, leaning back in the seat and he studied her. He really had no reason not to trust her. She seemed much the same as he remembered but there was also something different about her. He couldn't be sure what. There was a different look in her eyes.
But he'd changed too.]
Let me think about it. You're staying in the city for a while?
[That's just life, isn't it? Every day things can change someone, but drastic stuff? That really changes you. Daisy's had a lot of drastic life changes.]
For the foreseeable future, yeah.
[She noticed the way he hasn't touched his food yet.]
We'll have to talk more then. [He smiled just a little at her and glanced out the windows of the diner. Did he really want to bring someone else into this? There were already enough bodies in the kitchen.
But she'd always been talented. He could use someone like her.]
I guess getting hit in the face doesn't really make me hungry.
[An attempt at a joke but he wasn't all that hungry regardless if it had anything to do with the attack or not.]
[She needed something else. Hopefully he would let her back in to help, but she wouldn't push it.
Laughing at his joke, Daisy winced in sympathy. She knew how that went. There's still a scar on her cheek from the time she got really beat up.]
Yeah, I can imagine.
[Shes a little a panicked, sitting here right near a window where anyone could see here. But she's doing her best to be subtle so no one pays her any attention.]
Where were you going? Before you got the shit kicked out of you.
[There was something about her that made it easy to feel like he could trust her but he knew better than to not be careful but still he had a feeling that before long he'd let her in on what Fsociety was working on. She could be a valuable asset.]
A meeting... [The answer was delayed and not a lie but not the full truth either. He couldn't help it either.]
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[Or AC. It's pretty balmy out tonight.
Stepping inside, Daisy took a spot at her usual table.
Yeah, so, she's come here before. She practically lived here when she wasn't in her van. Or, you know, saving people.]
You been here before?
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No. I don't get out much. You come here a lot?
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[The waitress came over, asking what they wanted to drink. Daisy immediately ordered a cup of coffee, but also a glass of water. Knowing it would come with ice.]
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Why?
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[Because she doesn't have a stove in her van that she lives in, and she's on the run.
Their drinks came quickly, and then the waitress asked if they were ready to order. Daisy got her regular, burger and fries. The healthy option, obviously. What? There's lettuce and tomato on the side that she rarely ever puts on.
Once Elliot orders what he wants, or doesn't and the waitress leaves, Daisy goes fishing in her glass of water for the ice. Putting it in one of the heavy duty napkins that are on the table and wraps it in there before handing it to Elliot.]
Here.
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[He wasn't that great at cooking either but then again he didn't really eat that much either. He ordered some toast -- not much the big eater and he's not particularly hungry after getting jumped.]
Thanks. [He said quietly taking the wrapped ice and smiling a little.]
Are you working on anything...?
[He made a bit of a face when the ice pressed to the sore spot on his jaw.]
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Oh. Not really no.
[That's not really a lie, but it wasn't anything that needed other people involved.]
What about you?
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Yeah. Something pretty big.
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Really? What is it?
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Instead of trying to wave off the question or answering it, he stared at her, watching her prepare her coffee. Maybe he could read the answer to his dilemma that way.]
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What? Are you like, hacking the FBI or something?
[She keeps her voice low, despite the fact that she's just teasing him.]
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We're doing something big, like that.
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[F-Society hadn't been formed yet the last time she and Elliot had spoken.]
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I created a group and we're going to reset everything. Save the world.
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He set the wet napkin on the table, the ice had melted by now.]
Corporations have taken over everything...
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....Yeah? I feel like I'm missing something. I mean, it's been like that for as long as we've been alive.
[She got into hacking to try and find her parents and while she considered herself a hacker. A great one, actually. There was parts of hacker culture she didn't quite get.]
It's kind of a vague plan.
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[Elliot clarified.]
I just don't know how much to tell you.
[His eyes went down to the food in front of him but he had no appetite.]
I don't know if I can trust you.. but knowing something makes you responsible for it too.
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[Now more than ever. But she needs to be a part of something.]
I know my word might not mean much, but, you can trust me. I want to help.
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But he'd changed too.]
Let me think about it. You're staying in the city for a while?
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For the foreseeable future, yeah.
[She noticed the way he hasn't touched his food yet.]
You not hungry?
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But she'd always been talented. He could use someone like her.]
I guess getting hit in the face doesn't really make me hungry.
[An attempt at a joke but he wasn't all that hungry regardless if it had anything to do with the attack or not.]
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[She needed something else. Hopefully he would let her back in to help, but she wouldn't push it.
Laughing at his joke, Daisy winced in sympathy. She knew how that went. There's still a scar on her cheek from the time she got really beat up.]
Yeah, I can imagine.
[Shes a little a panicked, sitting here right near a window where anyone could see here. But she's doing her best to be subtle so no one pays her any attention.]
Where were you going? Before you got the shit kicked out of you.
[She couldn't help herself, okay?]
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A meeting... [The answer was delayed and not a lie but not the full truth either. He couldn't help it either.]
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Got it. Well, maybe I should give you my number. You know, in case something else happens.
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