Carlos looked at Hancock again. “Do you think she’d want me?”
he asked. “I’m… I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting either Irma or Doctor
Amari, unfortunately. I, uh… never had caps that I was willing to spend on
using a Lounger.”“I think she’d probably take ya, yeah. Especially if I put in a good word for ya.” He winked, a little smirk on his face. “We can head over there later if you want, after you fix my terminal, heh.”
Carlos nodded. “Certainly,” he said. He smiled at Hancock,
grateful. “You… you’re not busy with anything else, are you? I hate to take you
away from your work.” He got a weird sense of déjà vu – he wondered if he’d already
said something like that before.
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