It's the end of the workday for Leah and Tara. The latter has already ended her shift - she has no armor to get out of after all - and is currently sitting on the rightmost barstool, her preferred spot when waiting for Leah. Today, however, she's not alone. Yan Sun is sitting on the stool next to hers in her usual jeans and a tanktop. Her left arm is resting palm-up on the bar counter, soft blue light pulsing through the skin in
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intricate, geometric patterns. Holographic light swirls above her fabricator as a glowing blue butterfly takes shape in her hand, and then flies off to land on Tara's knuckles. "...lightweight enough to be suspended by a flash-forged micro-scale eezo core. It's the same tech used in omni-deployable drones and other temporary remote devices." It's dubious how much of Yan Sun's technobabble Tara understands, but she looks captivated by the
holographic butterfly, eyebrows furrowed as she lifts the hand close to her face to study it. She looks very tempted to give it a poke.
Leah emerges from the backroom with her usual brand of pep in her step, armor crate in tow. As is usual, her armor went unused for most of the day and it wasn't until the Respite began to pick up that she hastily slapped it on. But now she's back in the clothing she arrived in, both her jacket as well as Tara's neatly draped across the top of her crate. A small smile spreads across her lips as she spots Tara right where she'd
expect her before her green eyes fall to the glowing butterfly perched delicately across her knuckles. The patron seated beside Tara is enough to grant some context to the butterfly's presence and causes Leah's smile to widen ever so slightly. "Jasper's running a little late. Said he's gonna be a few minutes." she says idly as she steps over to the pair, remaining on the other side of the counter. She leans in a little
closer, brows furrowing ever so slightly as she studies the butterfly, forearms coming to a rest at the edge of the counter, "What have you got here?" she asks Tara playfully, though her gaze briefly flicks Yan Sun's way knowingly, soft smile remaining.
Tara looks a little startled when she hears Leah, too absorbed by the butterfly to notice her join them. She blinks and looks her way. "It's a bug." she informs, before clarifying that "It's... not real."
Yan Sun brings her free hand to her mouth, muffling a quiet snicker at Tara's choice of words, but there's no malice behind it - judging by the small smile on her lips she finds it endearing more than anything. She offers a "Hey Leah."
Tara 's attention returns to the butterfly, and the focused frown with it. She raises her other hand, index finger extended, and looks to Yan Sun, who nods. The lightest of prods follow. Her finger goes right through the wing, hologram fizzling a little, but the body seems to be solid, displacing a little as its prodded, although it becomes clear that the legs are not what keep it attached to Tara's hand - they're entirely holographic
Yan Sun 's smile widens a little, attention back on Tara. "The entirety of the flash-forged mechanism is housed in the body. The same low-powered M-E field that lets it fly keeps it in place."
Leah nods along as Tara speaks, as if thankful for the explanation. "Oh~ I see, I see~" she hums, briefly sucking in her lips in an attempt at reining in her smile. "Hey, Yan." she offers in turn, leaning a bit heavier against the counter and tapping the toe of her boot against the ground as she settles in. She gives a soft snicker as Tara attempts to poke the butterfly. She studies the flash-forged creature as Yan Sun gives
her explanation, tilting her head slightly to get a better look at it. "Just like the recon drones we used back in the Alliance." she muses before giving a sheepish little shrug of her shoulders against the counter, "Well-... They weren't quite as pretty as this little fellow." she snickers.
Yan Sun smirks slightly and nods in response to Leah's comment about recon drones. "Pretty much. Of course, with something this small the battery runs out fast..." She opens her palm again, and the butterfly takes off and flutters back into her grasp. Her hand closes for a moment - when it opens again, the holographic apparition is gone, the materials recycled back into omni-gel.
Yan Sun looks Leah's way. "I... was telling Tara before you got here that I know someone that can help with her tattoos." she says, voice a little quieter and expression a bit more careful. There's no one on the stool behind her, so they have some measure of privacy.