I dabble. Machines are so much more straight forward than people, it’s refreshing.
[“Straightforward” is something he was not being right now, of course. Calling his work “dabbling” is a considerable understatement. But he still is not sure of this man, and the more he keeps close to his vest, the better. He looks him over again. He has a self-assured air. He hasn’t bothered to ask Erik his name, and Erik had returned the courtesy. It seems obvious to Erik that his work is of the less-than-strictly-legitimate variety, and it seems unlikely that he will give an honest answer to any question about it. But it also seems rude not to return the question.]
And yourself?
[The tumblers on the other lock fall into place, and Erik steps back as the door shudders and begins to move, unused gears creaking and stone grinding against stone.]
We should take our time. I doubt that is the last of the vault’s defenses. [He glances sidelong at the other man.] Do you know what’s inside? Or was the presence of a lock enough to interest you?
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[“Straightforward” is something he was not being right now, of course. Calling his work “dabbling” is a considerable understatement. But he still is not sure of this man, and the more he keeps close to his vest, the better. He looks him over again. He has a self-assured air. He hasn’t bothered to ask Erik his name, and Erik had returned the courtesy. It seems obvious to Erik that his work is of the less-than-strictly-legitimate variety, and it seems unlikely that he will give an honest answer to any question about it. But it also seems rude not to return the question.]
And yourself?
[The tumblers on the other lock fall into place, and Erik steps back as the door shudders and begins to move, unused gears creaking and stone grinding against stone.]
We should take our time. I doubt that is the last of the vault’s defenses. [He glances sidelong at the other man.] Do you know what’s inside? Or was the presence of a lock enough to interest you?