[Their attention comes around accordingly and the two guards throttle back their hover bikes in tandem as they set eyes on the individual yelling at them. The first one - vaguely humanoid under all the heavy outerwear - all but winds to a halt, but the second guard lets their bike drift closer as they stand up on the running boards. They hiss in Nathaniel's direction, a question in the tone and timbre of the unmodulated voice.
From this distance, not much translates through the databank; luckily, his friend (co-worker, really; they're not really friends) is on hand to fill the gaps. He cups his hands around his mouth and shouts right back:]
She said, what the lom are you doing buddy? I'd answer. She gets testy.
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From this distance, not much translates through the databank; luckily, his friend (co-worker, really; they're not really friends) is on hand to fill the gaps. He cups his hands around his mouth and shouts right back:]
She said, what the lom are you doing buddy? I'd answer. She gets testy.