[Y straight up takes the datapad from The Darkling when it's anywhere within her reach. There's a moment where the alien technology doesn't respond to her touch in the way she clearly expects it to, having assumed it to be just some off model or homebrew tablet, but before it registers as anything but brief frustration she modifies her approach and the tablet responds accordingly. Good instincts or the tech adapting to the user? Does it matter?]
Well isn't this interesting.
[She doesn't sound impressed and after a moment, Y passes the data pad back. She sweeps her braids back over her shoulders. Shrugs.]
I can get you in and out, but I'll have to be with you. I can't do it remotely. [When she smiles, it's more like bearing her teeth.] Copacetic?
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Well isn't this interesting.
[She doesn't sound impressed and after a moment, Y passes the data pad back. She sweeps her braids back over her shoulders. Shrugs.]
I can get you in and out, but I'll have to be with you. I can't do it remotely. [When she smiles, it's more like bearing her teeth.] Copacetic?