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[a_shadow]

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[notglitching]

Tex can still read his body language. Rinzler had been waiting—and watching, and trying to calculate how (or if) he should approach. Differences was an understatement, especially of late, and Tex will see the tension settle through hunched shoulders as she approaches. It doesn't recede at her pronouncement, but Rinzler does offer a slightly stilted nod.

"Recommend: export."

[a_shadow]

"Mm," she mutters, immediately assessing the advice and rejecting it. "No; someone might find it and open it." She looks at it for a moment. "I can't even bury it in the Greenery or anything like that. It needs to be held by someone who knows what it is and that it can't be opened."

She has noticed Rinzler's body language is still tense. She looks back at him. "I wouldn't even feel right launching it into space." Even though the odds of it being found there are exceedingly slim.

[notglitching]

The tension certainly isn't receding at that response. Rinzler's had this argument more than once before with users assuming administrative roles. Texas might not have charge of this whole system, and Rinzler might not be self-assigned to keep it safe. But he still doesn't want another Ploiatos.

The enforcer's mask shakes slightly. "Avagi system prone to random imports, exports."

Sound rattles out in the gap, voice lagging as he works to formalize the string. Keep it direct. Clear. It's harder than it used to be.

"No guarantee that functions guarding quarantine won't leave. Or that new imports won't open it.

"Better to remove threat."

[a_shadow]

"Yeah," she says, coming to a point of agreement. She looks at the box again. "If it meant a space launch. Not ejecting it onto the planet."

She looks at him. She's amazed he's willing to talk this much to her; she's never heard him speak this much before. He never used to speak at all, and since he started, he's mostly been aggravated with her as some kind of traitor to AI-kind, or something. She doesn't say anything about it, though, just looks back at him.

"If I knew we had a way of launching something into space, I wouldn't be too worried. Maybe the portals will open up again soon, and that place will have a way of doing it."

[notglitching]

Considering the only planet they've found so far concluded their stay with forced edits, Rinzler has very little qualms about releasing the virus there. But the compromise is reasonable enough, and more than he'd expected given her rejection before. The enforcer's helmet ducks.

"Can search station schematics for working airlocks."

In case the portals don't open.

[a_shadow]

"It would still depend on having a method of launching it," she says, musing. "I'd be glad to have your help." She tilts her head a little. "If that's what you meant."

[notglitching]

There's a slight slant of the mask. Launching sounds like an engineering problem, and while Rinzler's had some training, there are better experts in-system for that. He'd been offering to scout for access. But if it gets the job done...

He nods.

"Can assist."

[a_shadow]

She nods, feeling pleased, if a bit confused.

"All right, good," she says. She turns as if to go, then turns back.

"I guess it's just because I'm part of the system as a whole, though, huh?"

Her head tilts slightly; it seems she's studying him, trying to account for why he is offering his help.

[notglitching]

When she turns back, Rinzler's still watching. He hesitates a little at the question before tilting his own helmet in return.

"Clarify?"