"Please teach me," muttered Echo down in Engineering, "What is this thing you call 'hoo-mor?' And while you're at it, please jam a sonic screwdriver into my eye because that is about seventy percent less awkward than what you just said."
She blew her bangs out of her eyes and whirled to look at a computer screen as the search she'd set up on it concluded.
(Computer to check on Torrent's status and location: [roll0])
On seeing the red flag show up, she laughed. "Hey guys, good news! Our target's been marked by city authorities. They're not going to let him leave willingly. We may just get to earn a paycheck after all."
She blew her bangs out of her eyes and whirled to look at a computer screen as the search she'd set up on it concluded.
(Computer to check on Torrent's status and location: [roll0])
On seeing the red flag show up, she laughed. "Hey guys, good news! Our target's been marked by city authorities. They're not going to let him leave willingly. We may just get to earn a paycheck after all."