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[ She'd been paying attention as much as she could when the kedan explain the console to her, but part of her had thought that it couldn't possibly be that difficult. All you have to do is hit the button. Easy. Right?

She blinks at the screen to make sure it's working, and then immediately lifts her hands from the controls. Right. She still doesn't have great control over her electricity, and she doesn't want to blow out the closest thing to a television she has. ]

Hi. I'm Elle. Bishop. So they told me about how I'm living on a turtle now and how I might be dead, or might not be, whatever, but I need to know if someone from- from my world is here. [ She tries to sound more braver than she feels, but her eyes still look afraid and she can't figure out what to do with her hands. She has to get it together. People feed on weakness. She can't let them think she's weak.

She takes a deep breath and pastes on a smile. ]

I'm just saying that you guys shouldn't leave a cutie like me hanging on this.

[ They've got to be out there, right? Someone she knows has to be here. Someone from the Company. Someone who can tell her if Sylar got away, or if Elle got Noah killed without meaning to. If the other Level Fivers were caught.

Maybe someone who can tell her if Sylar really did her. ]

We- we still have to eat, right? Even though we might be dead? So... who cooks for everybody around here? Where's the cafeteria?

[ Please, please tell her that she can eat for free. She doesn't have any much money, no more access to Bob's moneybags, and she doesn't know how to cook. She isn't dead - maybe at home, she is, but not here. She could starve. Forget starving, she could go with only one change of clothes. For days.

A familiar tingling sensation wraps itself around a finger, a thread of blue lightning appearing from her skin. She quickly drops her hand out of sight. Maybe that was too fast to see, right? Yeah. Good. She's got this. ]

Okay-bye.

[ And then she hurriedly cuts the feed so she can focus on deep breaths without anyone seeing. Breathe, Elle. You live in a freaking treehouse now. You don't want to see what will happen if you panic.

It soon occurs to her that she might have pressed the wrong button, and she double-checks. A second later, she curses under her breath. Another second, and the feed is successfully cut.

Note to self, concentrate when using the console. ]

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[.....She took that surprisingly well and now he's regretting saying that a little.]

Actually, I'm kidding about that. Really. [Though he turns thoughtful here for a second.] Though I don't think I'd be against doing it with a guy, if he were good enough.

[He does have standards, okay. But in any case, the whole intent of him swinging by with food was not so he could get into a long conversation about his - or anyone's - sex life.]

And also because I thought it was a good thing to be nice to newcomers? You know, the whole 'do unto others as you would yourself' thing?

Wait. You were kidding about being gay? [ She takes another couple spoonfuls of soup while she tries to comprehend that. She knows guys do that when they don't want to have sex with a girl, but this is Elle. Why wouldn't he want to sleep with her? It doesn't make sense. ] You're... weird.

[ She looks down at her soup. He isn't just weird, he's also dumb enough to think that niceness will get you ahead in life. ]

You did this... just to be nice?

[WOW ELLE, YOU ARE LIKE TEN YEARS YOUNGER THAN HIM which okay isn't really that much once you hit middle-age and yes okay you're kind of hot but that's not the point!!

The point is that Scott's kind of confused by this whole exchange.]

Coming from someone who basically just offered to have sex with me five minutes I after I walked in. [It's a lame comeback but whatever. Deal with it.] And yeah, I did this to be nice, though if you wanna tip me I won't say no. Things to buy, mouths to feed, the whole shebang.

Why did you think I was going to screw you? [ Honestly, food-bringer-person, you think she'd tip with money? ] I can't just throw money out - it's not like I have a job.

[ She pushes the soup bowl away and starts in on the sandwich. She's hungrier than she thought she would be, that's for sure. ]

[This conversation just keeps getting weirder and weirder. He is five parts entertained and two parts bowled over. Though it doesn't look like she's going to stop eating any time soon so he makes himself comfortable and takes a seat.]

Is that how you pay for your groceries? By offering to screw the cashier?

No. Daddy took care of paying the cashier.

[ She goes in for another bite and then pauses. ]

Why? Does that work? Are there any human grocery-people, or is it the kedan people?

[A small alarm goes off in Scott's head at the mention of 'Daddy' but he doesn't comment on it.]

Wouldn't know, I've never tried it. Most of them are run by kedan though—if that's what you're into.

I don't want to bang somebody with gills, Possibly Gay Guy.

So which ones are run by straight guys? Humans. Or gay girls, I don't mind.

[ She doesn't see how it would make any difference, at least. ]

You know they're shapeshifters, right? Gills aren't really a problem if you don't want them to be, though I bet there's probably someone with a gill fetish somewhere.

[But god, why is he even having this conversation, maybe this is his cue to leave. Though wait, he has to add in a rebuttal first--]

--And I already told you, I'm not gay.

You just sleep with guys because you're straight, right.

And I've seen them try to change. Whenever they do, something else goes wrong. Like, if they lose the gills, they get a third eye.

You need something to take home to your boyfriend?

No, I sleep with guys because some of them are very attractive.

[If he can't win this battle he's at least going to go down on his own terms.]

And yeah, actually, I do. He's been angling for a threesome lately.

[ Elle throws her hands up. She volunteers! ]

I owe you for the food.

[ And if she can make him like her, he's way more likely to give her more food in the future.

Smart.

Because from what Elle's seen of the world, he sure isn't going to like her for her skills or personality. ]

[And now they're really getting into territory he's not sure he should be getting into. Gotta think, gotta think, how's he gonna worm his way out of this one.....]

What kind of guy are you into anyway? I don't want to rope you into a threesome if you're not gonna be into it.

Oh, I'm sure I'll like anyone you like. [ Elle's voice is earnest. She might actually mean it. ] After all, your taste is good enough that you like me, right?

[That's.....an interesting statement and it shows on his face as his brows furrow and he stares at her.]

....Sure? [Oh god, what the hell had he gotten himself into.] Are you really sure you want to do this though? I mean, you don't even know my name, or what I do, or anything like that. I could be a serial killer for all you know.

[ Elle laughs at that. ]

Nah. I know serial killers. They're not as cute as you.

[ She chuckles again, because Sylar would have hated to hear that, and anything that hurts him pleases her. ]

Besides. Even if you were dangerous? [ Elle's lips twist into a smile that clearly says she enjoyed torturing helpless creatures when she was growing up, mostly because she really did enjoy torturing helpless creatures growing up. Only humans, though, and they'd all deserved it. ] I can handle it.

Well gee thanks, I'm flattered.

[And also slightly weirded out because that was not the statement he was expecting, especially not with that expression. Maybe it's time he takes his leave.]

But yeah, I'll call you? [Getting up from his chair.] Not that I have anything against surprises, but we need to do some cleaning, maybe call in a maid service...

Sure! [ She hops up to follow him to the door. ] And thanks for the food!

There's really a maid service here? Awesome. Do they work for free?

Yes to the first, no to the second, though if you make enough friends here you might be able to con one of them into doing it for you.

[Scott, however, is going to try very hard not to be the con-ee in this situation. He's a little more relaxed now that he's almost extricated himself from this rather sticky situation, and manages a wave at Elle as he enters the doorway.]

But yeah, anytime. I'm sure I'll see you around.

Oh. [ Con someone into cleaning? She can do that. She'll work out a plan and everything. ]

Okay, cool. Thanks!

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