Sanjo takes another sip of coffee, replying, "Not exactly. Today is a patrol/free day, so its a semi break.Sometimes, if I get a semi break like today, I fly
around Liberty, but I stayed because my parents wanted to run diagnostics on my leg, arm, and nanite module." Sanjo pulls up his arm sleeve and points to a band of metal inlaid to the side of his head. "I got these because I was born with a few genetic issues. My arm and leg weren't formed properly, and my head was infected by the nanites from my legs. Its rough to manage them, but they are pretty useful", said Sanjo.
"Must be tough living with prosthetics, but at least you are alive even after your condition. 'Pretty useful' is an understatement, they're life savers!" She replied before taking another smaller sip of her vodka. She lays back in her chair and crosses her legs, making herself comfortable. "So how does an agent spend his free time when not in patrol and not flying aimlessly around Liberty? What do you do for fun?"
Part of her was actually curious about his lifestyle and how he spent his free time, while another part of her just wanted to tease the obviously shy man with a question he may not be ready to respond to. Either way, she looked into his eyes, taking another bite of her donut and awaiting for his response.
Sanjo gave a roguish smile, "I like how you assume agents have a lot of time for fun! When I'm not in the cockpit or sitting in a station bar, I'm usually
reading or eating. The other stuff is sorta classified, as it involves me enjoying the freedom of the R&D labs. I like t-" Sanjo's pad started buzzing, and it was his coworker, Dr. Stern. Sanjo replied, "I-I've gotta head back to the labs. Looks like we have some new data. I'll contact you through comms!" Sanjo ran towards the docking bay, looking back at Isla and giving her a wink. Sanjo jumped into the cockpit, undocked, and headed straight for the Chimera.
Isla stared into his eyes as he spoke, remembering Felix and how he used to talk to her about the business. She shakes her head lightly, snapping out of it as Sanjo looks into his PDA, pausing for a minute. Isla takes another small sip of her vodka. "We'll keep in touch, Agent. Take care out there." She looks at him and nods, implying that it's okay that he's leaving - trying to prevent him from feeling bad.
"Oh and don't get yourself killed out there, else you'll never be able to talk to me again, and I know you'd miss me too much." She playfully winks at him as she turns back to the bottle of vodka, hearing his footsteps as he rushes out of the cafeteria. She takes another sip and leans back, looking out the window, sighing lightly.
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