Inside 72: Halfway to a Gross

[Ironsmith]

[Just Outside Trog's -> En Route to Delmah Phor]

Vlad shrugs. Jack wasn't really telling him anything he didn't already know, but terrible first impressions with the fairer sex were a tradition at this point. If his old pattern of behavior held, the next few minutes would be awkward, and then he'd drop the subject. "Dibs." He mutters to Rose, with a goofy grin.

"First, ew. Second, exactly who are you dibbing against?"

"What, are you not interested?"

"Why would I be?"

"Oh. I thought, because of that one time, with Carmen, in San Diego..."

"What in the world... that was a job, you lunkhead!"

The two of them keep up this squabbling in the background as Eun shuffles to the front of the group, following Jack closely, particularly at the glass bowl she'd brought out. "What is that? Some kind of compass?" She asks, curious.

Miranda brings up the rear, keeping a keen eye on the rest of her group. She doesn't really have anything to say at the moment.