Oh no. He was following her. No, no--ugh, she didn't want--ugh.
"Three of your days." Peridot quickly resumed walking, scrolling rapidly through her notes, swiping past several screens without so much as looking up. Her brows drew further together as her patience thinned--both with the 'Baker' and with the contents of her work.
"Now be silent, I need to make a record of this."
She tapped the screen, bringing up a new menu. Then she tapped it again. Begin recording.
"--stranding, day three. This is Peridot. Continued investigations into the nature of technological establishment in 'Ruby City.' I have disassembled one of the lighting devices."
JW had about about three seconds before he was buried in a sea of technical jargon.
no subject
"Three of your days." Peridot quickly resumed walking, scrolling rapidly through her notes, swiping past several screens without so much as looking up. Her brows drew further together as her patience thinned--both with the 'Baker' and with the contents of her work.
"Now be silent, I need to make a record of this."
She tapped the screen, bringing up a new menu. Then she tapped it again. Begin recording.
"--stranding, day three. This is Peridot. Continued investigations into the nature of technological establishment in 'Ruby City.' I have disassembled one of the lighting devices."
JW had about about three seconds before he was buried in a sea of technical jargon.