#RedrockAgency – February 22, 2017

Jason enters the gym with a small box in his hands. Dressed in a pair of black cargo pants, boots, and a white long sleeved shirt, he gives the others a cursory glance as he moves along the western wall. Though once it sets in that Cynthia is actually taking a shot at Tank, his interest seems to be piqued. He sets the box down against the wall and approaches the bench. Placing a hand on each of Vasquez' shoulders from behind, he

Nathan ends up in the doorway of the gym after hearing the sound of two women grunting as he passed near the gym. And, although it wasn't what his mind had pictured exactly, he still found himself leaning against the doorway of the gym perhaps a few moments after Jason entered. He munches happily on what seems to be a toasted bagel with a slice of cheese on top and

Vasquez tenses up momentarily as she feels Jason's hands on her shoulders, but she quickly catches herself once she glances at him. "Picking fights was always Cyn's speciality." she says, her voice sounding winded.

Halisi sits down next to Vasquez, showing her the results of the scan. "There's nothing to worry about. You're doing fine. Dizziness is not exactly uncommon." she says with a small smile, giving Jason a nod of acknowledgment as he enters.

Cynthia 's gaze darts in Jason's direction for a moment as she hears his comment. "I'll take you on next, tin-mawoooooah!" she starts, finding herself narrowly avoiding one of Tank's punches while distracted.

Jason gives a loud snicker as Vasquez' comment. As Cynthia chimes in, he gives a shout in response, "Any day, any time, Cyn. But right now I think maybe you should worry more about keeping your hands up before she knocks your block off before I get the chance to." Tin Man isn't exactly his favorite nickname, but Cynthia is a 'special case'. No sense in letting it bother him. And with the teasing, Halisi's comment almost went

Nathan chuckles and finishes off his bagel. He brushes off the crumbs from his hands as he strides into the gym. "Go for the right-hook!" He comments idly as he passes by them and crosses over to the weights, stepping waaaaay around the sparring pair. He gives a small wave to the group on the bench, but decides not to approach given the rather serious look that

Halisi immediately picks up on Jason's concern and makes a dismissive gesture as she deactivates her omni-tool. "Someone just needs to be extra sure they hydrate properly while excercising, and accept that some dizziness is not exactly unexpected when you're pregnant." she says, giving them both another reassuring smile and a pat on Vasquez' arm. "It's hardly the only change your body is going to go through in the coming

Cynthia goes on the offensive, landing several quick hits, but Tank barely seems affected, forgoing blocking and instead taking the opportunity to aim a hit at her chest, completely knocking the wind out of the small woman, who nearly doubles over as she staggers back.

Jason acknowledges Nathan's arrival with a glance in his direction and a nod, though he's somewhat distracted at the moment by Halisi. His concern seems to be somewhat relieved by Halisi's reassurance, though. "Yeah. Weight gain." he says with a nod. He looks down at Vasquez, his smirk returning. "She's saying you're gonna get fat." he clarifies. Jason knows two things about pregnancy. One. You get fat. Two. A baby is somehow

Tank 's eyebrows furrow, and for a moment she looks concerned that she may have hurt Cynthia. She reaches out towards her tenatively. "Are you alright, malutka?" she asks, before Cythia reveals her plan, trying and failing utterly to sweep Tank's legs - the hulking mountain of a woman remains immobile, and instead she ends up tripping herself on the sturdy leg, slamming to the floor with a groan - causing no shortage of loud

Nathan picks up a pair of dumbbells and takes a seat on one of the other benches. He begins to curl the weights, but his attention is completely focused on the fight... and then an echoing roar of laughter erupts from him as he watches Cynthia collapse to the ground like a sack-of-bricks. "You really thought that was going to work?" He calls out, a large grin on

Vasquez turns slightly on the bench, looking up at Jason with a scowl. "That is no-..." Her gaze snaps back to the fight as she hears Cynthia go down, saving Jason from her wrath... for now. She winces slightly, watching her friend lie on the floor.

Cynthia pants for air, wiping some sweat from her face before just settling for staring up at the ceiling, wallowing in defeat. "Urgh..."

Halisi gives Jason a disapproving look, but her attention too is drawn to the sparring. She shakes her head to herself, never one to understand the fighter mentality.

Jason gives a loud cackle as Cynthia hits the mat. "What was that you were saying about taking me on next?" he continues to taunt. He gives a shake of his head, big dumb smile spread across his face as he leans down and presses a kiss atop Vasquez' head. "Don't worry about it. Fat or not, you'll still be the hottest chick I know." he adds to his previous comment, as if that should be reassuring.

Nathan halts his curling as he turns his gaze to Tank. "Hey, you got one more round in you?" He asks. "Or you pretty shot?" He then continues to curl, canting his head slightly as he starts to analyse the woman. Just in case she says yes, he's going to formulate a small plan in his head on how to knock her down.

Tank reaches down, offering a hand to Cynthia, who swats it away with a dismayed grunt. She shrugs, stepping off the mat and grabbing her water bottle. "Good fight, malutka. You are quick woman." she says before raising the bottle, gulping down the remainder of the water in it before letting out a sight, glancing in Nathan's direction. "Everyone want to fight me today. Should learn to quit." she says in an exasperated tone,

Vasquez lets out a grunt. "Might want to shut up if you want to keep knowing me." she mutters before looking to Halisi. Her expression softens and she lets out a sigh. "Thank you for... checking." she says quietly. "I just-... this is all new, and... I just... needed to be sure everything's fine."

Nathan smirks. "I will spar," he says, finishing one final curl before replacing the dumbbells back where they belong. He rolls his shoulders and stretches his arms out before stepping onto the mat. "I've been pretty out of whack with my training recently, so I think a nice, friendly spar is in order. Y'know, test the ol' reflexes and mut." He cocks a smile at

Cynthia remains on the mat, lifting one arm and extending her middle finger towards Jason without looking.

Halisi offers another small smile, and a nod. "It's what I'm here for. Speaking of which, have you reviewed the dietary instructions I compiled?"

Tank extends a hand for Nathan to shake. "Zofia Tankovich. But Tank will do." she says before withdrawing and rolling her shoulders, taking a few deep breaths as she recharges her energy for another go. When she notices Cynthia is still on the mat she gives her a light kick. "Time to get off now. Lick wounds another place."

Jason furrows his brow at Vasquez. "Riiight. Hollow threats. See, I know you aren't going anywhere. I've got you trapped. Pregnant. Ring on the finger. You aren't going anywhere." he taunts, giving Vasquez a quick wink. "Besides. You'd miss me too damn much. I know underneath all of that grunting and shit you're just a softy at heart." As he spots Nathan approaching the ring, he removes one hand from Vasquez' shoulder and cups it

Nathan clasps Tank's hand in a firm shake, a wide grin on his face. "Tank?" He gives a quick once over. "Appropriate!" He takes a few steps back to the edge of the map, giving a small, mock bow to Cynthia and gesturing for her to step off the mat. Hearing Jason, he calls out, "Damn right you do! No one else is going to play at your damn wedding otherwise!" He

Sofia appears in the door way, her mismatched eyes glinting curiously as she heard her brother calling out. She's dressed in a pair of dark-blue jeans, a white shirt buttoned all the way to the top and wearing a pair of designer winter-boots. She shuffles inwards, stepping over to the group at the bench. "Is Nathan...?"

Vasquez nods. "I have. I-..." she trails off, rolling her eyes as she hears Jason. She seems like she's going to say something, but all that comes out is "Urgh." WHen Sofia enters she shoots the girl a quick glance before looking at Nathan and Tank. She shakes her head to herself and stands up. "I'm done watching this. I'm taking a shower. Thanks again, doc." she says before starting to head for the door.

Cynthia eventually rolls off the mat after a few more nudges from Tank's foot. She gets back on her feet with a groan and heads over to the bench, wincing as she sits down, and grabbing a water bottle.

Jason gives a glance to Sofia as she joins them. "...About to get slapped around by one of the greatest athletes to ever grace the Urban Combat Championship arena?" he finishes Sofia's question, punctuating it with a nod. "Absolutely. But it's a good way to go." he jokes. His grin fades somewhat as Vasquez rises from her seat and starts for the door. He gives Sofia an apologetic tilt of his head as he excuses himself and follows

Sofia allows a very long and drawn out sigh to escape her as she calls out to Tank, "Just leave his arms intact. Fingers too." She looks to Vasquez with wide eyes as she wanders out, quickly turning her gaze to Jason. She stares at the door where the pair have exited, before looking to Halisi with a confused look. "Did... I do something wrong?"

Tank steps into the center of the mat after Cynthia finally leaves, steadying her stance and nodding as she studies Nathan with unnaturally golden eyes. "I am ready, Nathan Tennhausen. Should I go easy?"

Nathan hops from foot to foot, sparing his sister a quick glare and a line in german. One could easily gauge that it is an insult of a kind. He looks to Tank as he adopts a defensive stance, knees slightly bent and arms drawn up. He smiles, not deigning to correct her usage of his name. "Nah. Let's go the full nine-yards. Ladies go first," he says with a small wave

Halisi turns her attention to Sofia and shakes her head before looking to the mat. "Not at all." she says, before lowering her voice, leaning slightly to her side. "How has your brother been doing" she asks as she watches the two about to spar.

Vasquez is headed back towards the room when Jason enters the corridor. She pays little attention to the sound of the door.

Cynthia gulps down water before leaning forward in her seat, propping herself up with her elbows against her legs.

Jason adds a little pep to his step as he moves to catch up to Vasuqez. "Uhh.... Everything alright...?" he asks. "You seem a bit-.... You know I was just fucking around, right?"

Sofia nods gently, a small look of relief crossing her features. However, she responds in an equally low tone to Halisi, a small smile creeping onto her face. "Better... so much better. You were right, Doctor, about getting him to practice with me. It seemed to breathe new life into him." She offers Halisi a grateful smile. "Thank you."

Tank offers a nod, looking down at Nathan with a small grin as she cracks her neck. "Zgoda." she says before rather suddenly bringing her arm down against him.

Nathan is rather quick with his reaction time and moves his arms to flow with the punch. He returns the swing with a right-hook of his own, before making to start to circle around her with his arms brought up. "Viel Glück!"

Vasquez rolls her eyes. "I'm fine." she responds almost immediately. "Just heading for a shower." she adds, sounding mildly annoyed at the question as she opens the door to their room.

Halisi mirrors the smile and offers a small nod. "I'm glad." she says before turning her attention to sparring as it commences.

Tank blocks Nathan's punch without any real trouble, smirking as she watches him circle with his guard up. "Fast for armorer." she comments, throwing a few probing punches to test his defenses.

Sofia smiles a toothy, pleased smile... which immediately fades as she looks back to the sparring. She huffs and clasps her hands together as she glares at Nathan. "If he gets himself hurt though, I will kick his behind into the next galaxy...".

Jason blinks a couple of times. "Right. Right. That's totally your 'fine' voice." he says sarcastically, following her into the room. "What's going on, Linda?" he asks, his gaze moving towards the couch where he watched last night's asajura game. He makes his way towards the couch and the small disposable plate on the armrest that he left out from the previous night with a half-eaten piece of pizza on it. He picks up the piece

Nathan cranes his neck, a wry smirk on his face as he blocks two with his forearms, followed by blocking a third with a flat, open palm batting her hand to the side. "Well, we're all full of surprises, no?" He closes quickly, feigning a punch to her abdomen, but sending a quick jab at head.

Tank takes the bait, perhaps due to being worn out from the previous fights, and goes to block the low blow. She takes a grazing hit to the side of her head but seems mostly unaffected as she goes to grab the arm Nathan used and steps aside to yank him off-balance with an overwhelmingly strong pull. "I do not have time for long fight."

Halisi winces slightly. "I am not so keen on watching someone getting hurt." she says with another small shake of her head.

Nathan feels himself going for a ride and allows himself to go for said journey across the mat. He moves with the pull, quickly regaining his footing as his grin broadens at the familiar sensation he is feeling. After all, this is not his first dance with someone who has the overwhelming edge in raw strength and power. It sort of reminds him of... "Well, I'll try

Sofia giggles lightly. "Then you would not have enjoyed Nate's fights with my sisters. He always wanted to spar with them when they were practicing." She gives Halisi a look that suggests he always came out worse for wear because of it.

Vasquez lets out a sigh, her shoulders dropping as she finds herself unable to deny the truth in Jason's statement. They'd gone through that whole rollercoaster enough times. She stops short of entering the bathroom, turning towards him. She grimaces slightly as she sees him eating yesterday's pizza, but doesn't linger on the thought. "There's just... a lot to think about right now. That's all. With the pregnancy, and the

Tank does not appear particularly keen on allowing herself to get hit, swatting his arms aside with her left and slamming her right hand down against his back with all the precision and strength that a decade-long career in the UCC brings.

Jason studies the pizza as Vasquez speaks. Didn't taste great, but a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, so he takes another quick bite. As Vasquez finishes speaking, a lopsided smirk returns to his face and a small amount of laughter escapes him. Not wanting to get punched, he quickly raises a hand, palm outward, and shakes his head apologetically. "I'm not laughing at you!" he assures her, "It's just-... Shit. Sounds a

Halisi raises an eyebrow. "How big is your family exactly?"

Nathan 's posture and attack method certainly left his back exposed to the attack. And boy, did he feel it. He lets out a grunt and a sharp exhale as he feels the air driven from his lungs. But if there is one thing Nate is good at, it is TENacity. He quickly rights himself and times his next move to coordinate with her attack, arms brought up but hands loosely

Sofia hums. "Um... well, there's my two sisters, Nate, my mother and father. Then on my father's side, it's quite small, not to many there. But my mother's side?" She pauses and gives a somewhat sheepish smile. "Heh, I've lost track, honestly."

Vasquez doesn't seem amused at all, for reasons that soon become clear as she speaks. "He... he's doing fine. But I-... Jason... I-..." she frowns as she stares down at the floor, going quiet for a moment before looking over at Jason. "He doesn't know. About... her..." she says, staring at him as she spits out the last word.

Jason visibly winces, suddenly feeling a bit like an ass. "Shit... Sorry Linda..." he mutters, shifting uncomfortably in face. "So-... uhh...... Are you gonna tell him...?" he asks. He gives his old pizza another glance and considers taking a bite, but doesn't. Seems his appetite is as spoiled as the pizza probably is.

Tank attempts to follow up with a blow to Nathan's abdomen, letting out a small laugh at his reaction to the previous hit. It's a fairly quick strike, and not very weighty.

Vasquez gives a smaller, more resigned shrug, shaking her head. "I... I don't know." she says quietly, staring at the opposite doorframe now.

Nathan merrily skips out of range of the punch, but immediately jolts forwards as he makes to hook one leg in front of hers, turn, give her a firm and solid push at her back whilst making a sweeping motion with his foot. An alternate form of Cynthia's earlier attack, but instead actually putting some thought into it, rather than trying to sweep a mountain to the

Halisi smirks slightly, but her expression quickly turns to a wince as her gaze falls on the sparring again. "I think I have had enough of this for today. Just let me know if someone needs patching up, will you?" she says with a glance to Sofia.

Tank seems amused by the attempt, her grin widening as she, rather than falling, yanks her right leg forward in order to both stabilize herself and hopefully completely unbalance Nathan by pulling his leg with her. This does leave her with her back towards him briefly, but she seems fiarly confident that the move will unbalance him at the very least enough for her to turn back around.

Sofia offers a nod and a smile up to Halisi. "Sure thing!"

Jason gives a few short nods. "Yeah... I-..." he stammers. Sure, he has an opinion on the subject. But he knows well enough that it's not his place to tell her what she should be doing. "Do you want to tell him...?" he asks.

Nathan ends up doing a very awkward split as his leg is yanked back, but his other remains firmly in place. His face contorts into a rather comical and almost cartoonish grimace. He decides that perhaps he should've waited until Tank had thrown more weight behind her attack. He does an awkward movement that is between a shuffle, a waddle and a hop as he gets

Cynthia gets up after Hailisi, folliwing her towards the door. "Hey doc, as much as I like watching someone else get their ass kicked, mind making sure I've still got everything where it should be?" she says with a wince, holding her side as she exits.

Vasquez pushes off from the wall, folding her arms across her chest as she steps back into the main room, walking past Jason before turning around to face him again. "I-... what do you think? I know how-... how I felt finding out... but..." she looks towards the window across the room, letting out a heavy sigh. "...I can't hide it from him, can I?"

Jason gives a sigh of his own, both relieved at the opportunity to voice his opinion and worried about how she may react. "If I was Markus? I'd want ot know." he says. Plain and to-the-point. "Look-... Whatever you decide to do? I'm with you, one hundred percent. Always. But you're asking me my opinion and-..." he gives a shake of his head, "...If I was in his position, then I would've wanted the chance to make a choice for

Tank shakes her head to herself. She doesn't say anything, finding herself a little winded from all the sparring she's done without much chance to rest. But she's certainly not done yet. Having started to grow tired of the excercise she lunges towards him, making to wrap him up in a big hug, using all her strength to keep him in place and squeeze the air out of him.

Nathan smiles. There it is. He makes to dart to the side and use her weight against her, to flow like water and pull her into a throw. Even if it only makes her stumble, it would present a firm opportunity to plant a boot against her back and continue to send her reeling. However, if he does fail in his plan... then Nathan is about to get one of the most painful

Vasquez nods faintly, still looking off to the side at the window. "Yeah... I know." she says, yet another sigh following as she turns back to him. "But how...? How the fuck do I tell him about this?"

Tank is unfortunately too steady on her feet, being quite used to people trying to use her strength and weight against her, and knowing when to expect and prepare for it. In a moment, Nathan finds himselves wrapped up in thick arms and lifted off the floor as she lets out something of a roar and squeezes hard to pin him in place while exerting a great deal of pressure - but still holding back, of course, in order to avoid any

Sofia sighs and buries her face into her hands, muttering something about a stupid brother.

Nathan squirms in her embrace, legs flailing and arms pressed against his body as his face contorts into a mix of surprise, frustration and... mirth. Despite it all, he can find the hilarity in this. "Gah, arrghhhhh! Okay, okay! Tapping out, tapping out!" He manages to choke out. "Not ready to become a noodle!"

Tank lets go with a loud grunt, leaving him to fall back to the mat on his own as she lets out a chuckle. "Hah! Well fought, gluptas!" she exclaims, hints of exertion clear in her voice. She steps back before allowing herself to catch her breath, hands on her hips as she watches him.

Jason shakes his head in silence. "I don't know, Linda... It's not the sort of thing you just blindside someone with. 'Hey Markus, you catch that great biotiball game the other night? Oh, by the way, mom is alive and working for a bunch of crazy extremists. Want some pizza?' " he says, holding his slice of pizza out towards Vasquez. With a sigh he retracts his hand and reluctantly takes another bite of the cold food as he shakes

Nathan falls back onto his feet, barely keeping his footing as he sways for a moment. He gives a quick shake of his head to clear it, before looking to Tank and giving her a widest grin possible. "Heh, same goes to you, Tank! I tell you, I haven't had a spar like that in a long time." He thrusts out a hand to her, catching his breath as his lungs decide to expand

Sofia groans and lowers her hands. "You are such an idiot, Nate," she comments dryly.

Vasquez nods slightly, her gaze falling. "Yeah..." she says softly, before letting out a snort as she looks around the room. She seems like she's going to say something else, but instead shakes her head. "I'll... figure it out." she says before heading towards the bathroom again, her thoughts quite obviously still preoccuppied by the situation.

Tank pats Nathan's shoulder rather than shaking his hand as she passes him on her way back to the water bottle. Remembering that it is empty she grunts and heads for the door. "I have heard this many times." she comments before exiting the room in order to go refill her bottle.

Nathan looks down at his hand as she passes by him, completely blanking. However, rather than feel offended or slighted, he merely chuckles and follows her with his gaze as she exits. "Now that-" he says, looking to Sofia, "-was fun."

Sofia stares at her brother for a long moment. "You never learnt anything from the twins, did you?"

Jason follows her over to the bathroom door and leans against the frame. "I know you will." he says, nibbling at the last bit of pizza left, "And like I said. If you need me, I'm here, Linda." He leans over and tosses the pizza crust into the bathroom garbage bin before dusting his hands off. "Speaking of which..." he continues, the smile finally returning to his face as he attempts to lighten her mood a bit, "If you need me to

Vasquez doesn't seem particularly amused, or interested, as her mind continues to dwell. She pulls the sweat-stained tanktop over her head and tosses it at him as her only response, before starting to remove the rest of her clothing.

Nathan offers a smile to his sister as he wanders back to the bench, snagging the dumbbells on his way. "You worry too much. Go on, I'm going to do some sets in here for a while and then we'll head home, get some more practice in, yeah?"

Sofia smiles faintly and nods. "I'll wait in the rec room," she says as she exits the room, heading back to the rec.

Tank is standing in the kitchenette in the rec room, filling up her waterbottle at the tap. When done, she reseals it and then takes the opportunity to splash some water in her face. She doesn't seem to have noticed Sofia.

Sofia looks to Tank, eyes widening for a moment. "You were pretty cool," she says with a small smile. "Um, sorry if that sounds weird but... haven't I seen you before? I feel like I have...".

Tank turns the faucet off and turns to face Sofia as she hears her speak. When she spots the unusual-looking girl she pauses briefly, and offers a small nod. "Perhaps you watch UCC? I used to play."

Sofia purses her lips for a moment, her mismatched eyes glancing off to the side in thought. "Oh! I remember. Zofia Tankovich. My older sisters used to watch you all the time," she says with a small, almost shy smile. "Ada is still a big fan."

Jason is hit in the face with the dirty tanktop. As he pulls it off his head, he uses his other hand to give Vasquez the finger. "Ice cold, Linda. Ice. Cold." he says, tossing the shirt to the ground. "Since I can see I'm clearly not wanted here..." he continues in a tone of mock-offense, "...I'll get out of your way. Thinking about picking up a bite to eat. Varren kebabs?" he offers, hoping that offer sounds a bit more enticing

Tank gains a small, perhaps slightly sad smile, nodding again. "Rare to meet fan, these days." she says with a shrug, sipping her water. "You are sister of Nathan?"

Sofia nods, placing a hand against her chest. "Sofia," she says with a smile. "It's lovely to meet you, miss Tankovich." She walks a little closer, having to turn her gaze upwards at the mountain of the woman. "Don't tell my brother, but I was rooting for you during that spar," she says, giggling. "The look on his face when you knocked his leg out from under him. And then when you picked him up? I wish I took a photo."

Vasquez shows the faintest hint of a smirk. Perhaps from Jason's theatrics, or perhaps from the offer of varren kebab. She gives a small nod as she strips out of the last of her clothes and steps into the shower. "Sounds good." she says, pulling the curtain shut.

Jason remains a moment longer, giving a quick, "Alright, I'll be back." before turning to leave. He hesitates, giving a glance over towards the shower. The whole situation is obviously bothering her, but it's not the sort of thing he can really do much about. "Hey just-..." he sighs, "...I know it's a fucked up situation, Linda, but we're gonna figure it out, alright? We always do. We're like wizards of 'fucked up situations' by

Tank 's saddened smile grows into a genuine smirk as the girl speaks. "Hm. He could use more practice. Perhaps I can help him improve. I have not yet had much work here." She takes another swig form her water bottle, glancing around the room before looking back at Sofia. "You are too young to be soldier, yes?"

Sofia smiles brightly. "Mmm, I'm sure he'll be happy to be taught. He won't admit it, but he does like learning." She then shakes her head at the latter, another soft giggle escaping her. "I am not a soldier, no. I'm a violinist! I'm out here visiting Nate."

Jason heads out of their room and down the hall, making a quick pit stop back at the gym. As he steps inside and spots Nathan without the others, his grin widens. "That was quick. How bad did she stomp you?" he asks.

Nathan pauses in his curling, looking up at Jason with narrowed eyes. "Alright, imagine that a bear had just ambushed you from out of nowhere and you had like a 5% chance of winning against it. Well, that 5% was not in my favour." He smirks. "She stomped me bad. But it was a hell of a lot of fun." His gaze grows more serious for a brief moment, flicking his head

Tank raises an eyebrow. "Violinist? That is good instrument. It is... eh, bezczasowy? Always good." She drinks some more water, having almost finished the bottle she just refilled. Her breathing has calmed, and she's cleaned up her face, but her arms still have a sheen of sweat.

Sofia smiles brightly, a small glow emanating from her. "Mhmm. I'm glad you agree! Nate helps me practice, although this time he's on the piano, rather than the violin." She grins a cheeky smile, lowering her voice and saying, "We both know I'm the better of the two of us, but he'll never admit it aloud."

Jason gives a chuckle, shaking his head. As Nathan asks about about Vasquez, he instinctively glances back out into the hallway with a sigh. "Eh..." he shrugs, looking back to Nathan, "...She's just a bit stressed out. We've got a lot going on right now. You know. Wedding. Pregnancy. She'll be fine." He decides against adding 'Her mother who should have been dead being a Cerberus operative who may-or-may-not have had something to

Nathan smiles lightly. "I can understand the stress," he says. "But, no, we haven't eaten yet," he says with a light shake of his head. He stands and sets the dumbbells back in their stands, stretching himself out. "Mind if I tag along and grab... whatever it is you're planning on getting? Having my ass kicked really works up an appetite, you know." He starts to

Jason gives a shrug of his shoulders. "Sure. I could use the company." he says. He gives a brief nod in response to Nathan's question as he starts to lead the way down the hall, his smirk returning to his face. "I'm doing alright. But I've got the easy part. Just sit and wait, ya know? Little freaked out by it all. But... good freaked out, I guess...?" he continues, glancing over at Nathan.

Nathan follows behind, reaching into one of his pockets and pulling out the pack of cigarettes he carries with him. At least, the same brand of cigarettes. He knocks the packet and takes one out, placing it between his lips but leaving it unlit. "I would try and offer you sagely advice but, I uh, don't have a kid," he says with a chuckle. "All I can say is keep

Jason listens to Nathan as he heads downstairs, giving a quick snicker at his suggestion of bending over backwards for Linda. "That goes without saying, Ten..." he says. As they reach his office door, he opens it and steps inside to grab his Phalanx which is in his shoulder holster locked away in his desk. "Redrock is important to me." he admits as he begins to strap his holster into place, "But nothing will ever come before

Nathan offers Jason a smile and a shrug. "Then I have given out all of my worldly and sagely advice to you in regards to a kid," he says. He makes a quick detour to grab his coat and other winter additions, sharply returning to Jason and continuing on the conversation. "But, if it's advice on rustling up the best damn burger you have ever eaten in your life, then

Jason picks his jacket up from where he left it near the front door and slips it on, hiding away his holstered weapon. "I'm always down for a good burger!" he agrees as he leads the way outside towards the car. "Gotta pick up an order of varren kebabs for Linda, though. I'll shoot a message Va'ynna's way and see if the kitchen is open. Figure we can just swing by the Respite."