[She doesn't flee. Doesn't cower. She doesn't even really tremble, just lets out some kind of tired sigh like she's seen the business end of a weapon enough times that it's stopped being something concerning and holds her own with some mouthy reply, calling him out on his bullshit.
Just as much as there are ways to scan for heat signatures where someone might have their ONI offline, there are ways to hide in plain sight. His sister's now RD'ed enforcer being but just one instance. Still, the technology isn't cheap or especially prevalent, so it's much more likely that Daisy has scanned the hotel for other signs of life, or gone the old-fashioned route and snooped its floors. The Nevermore isn't exactly the height of luxury, so security measures are fairly scant. It's a far cry from the way things had been in Bay City. Color him curious.]
He did? Did he?
[Leave it to Poe to roll out the metaphorical red carpet despite explicit instruction otherwise. He knows that these AI's usually crave company like an addict craves their latest hit, but Kovacs senses that this must not be one of those situations. Up until now he'd been fairly accommodating of the strict set of rules to avoid detection. Whoever this woman is, she must have some sort of inherent value. Maybe she'll be useful while he's here.]
You haven't tried to lay me out, so I'll let it slide that Poe's made an executive decision without consulting with people who know better.
[Poe chooses that moment to look away from them both and clean the already spotless glasses at the bar. Kovacs takes the moment to take a few large strides toward Daisy until he's within arm's reach.]
But people don't usually come to Harlan's World unless they've got business with the founding family, the Yakuza, or are looking to hide from someone else. So which is it?
[ Calling people out on their bullshit is what Daisy Johnson does, and she's just gotten better at it over the years. She notices more now, is better at observing and strategizing, but she'll probably never be all that great at knowing when to hold back her choice remarks.
The way Poe looks away and pointedly goes about his own business speaks volumes to the relationship between the two of them. The AI might run the hotel but he's not the one in charge; at the same time, the guy isn't issuing orders or being cruel to the digital soul working for him. It reminds her a bit of how Coulson had spoken of Stark and JARVIS — she hopes it proves to be an apt comparison.
Asshole Guy moves closer and she stays right where she is, not physically readying herself for a fight but still mentally preparing for one. No powers, she reminds herself. Not unless it's a last resort type of situation. ]
None of the above. I didn't choose to come to this planet and I don't want to be here any longer than I have to. I'm just biding my time until I can find my way off it.
[ Not a single word of it is a lie, which is the best way to keep things. Vague enough to be true while letting people assume whatever they want in between. She straightens up, ready to grab the backpack at her feet and either head into the hotel or back out the front door, whichever way this conversation pans out. ]
I don't want any trouble, just somewhere to stay while I figure things out. But you say the word and I'll go.
[Even before joining the ranks of the envoys, he'd learned to read people fairly well. Not all of his CTAC training was about weapons and following orders. Kovacs watches her carefully, checking for tells, any sign that she's hiding something. He doesn't find any, so either she's telling the truth here or she's good enough that his concerns have grown a lot more complicated than just an unwelcome guest.]
Someone drug you and dump you here?
[The fact that she's made it here of her own free will has him questioning further still. This planet's too far to do anything other than needlecast.]
Interesting.
[He pauses a beat. Motions for Poe to bring two glasses and one bottle over. The AI does as so desired, filling the glasses with minimal interrupting. Kovacs downs about half of the liquid.]
[ The first question doesn't get an answer, nor does she say anything in response to his commentary on the idea. Sure, pal, find it interesting that she's been dumped on a backwater planet in the middle of nowhere space. Focus on the what rather than the why, that's a much better arrangement for her.
Daisy eyes the second glass as Poe sets it out, but it's obviously not for himself. Said glass isn't even touched until her interrogator takes a drink from his own, though — can't be too cautious when death feels like so much more of a risk here. ]
Not everyone relishes the idea of changing their skin like a pair of clothes. [ She picks up the glass, tilting it so the amber liquid within catches a bit of light. ] I happen to like this face. Don't you get tired of changing yours?
[ Again, true statements that don't commit her to an outright lie. Dancing around the truth is a skill she hasn't had to use in a while; she just hopes she's not too rusty at it. Lifting the glass to her lips, she breathes in the smell of the alcohol before taking a small sip that's followed by a larger one. It's not top-shelf by any means, but it's sure better than most of the stuff she'd been slinging all day. ]
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Just as much as there are ways to scan for heat signatures where someone might have their ONI offline, there are ways to hide in plain sight. His sister's now RD'ed enforcer being but just one instance. Still, the technology isn't cheap or especially prevalent, so it's much more likely that Daisy has scanned the hotel for other signs of life, or gone the old-fashioned route and snooped its floors. The Nevermore isn't exactly the height of luxury, so security measures are fairly scant. It's a far cry from the way things had been in Bay City. Color him curious.]
He did? Did he?
[Leave it to Poe to roll out the metaphorical red carpet despite explicit instruction otherwise. He knows that these AI's usually crave company like an addict craves their latest hit, but Kovacs senses that this must not be one of those situations. Up until now he'd been fairly accommodating of the strict set of rules to avoid detection. Whoever this woman is, she must have some sort of inherent value. Maybe she'll be useful while he's here.]
You haven't tried to lay me out, so I'll let it slide that Poe's made an executive decision without consulting with people who know better.
[Poe chooses that moment to look away from them both and clean the already spotless glasses at the bar. Kovacs takes the moment to take a few large strides toward Daisy until he's within arm's reach.]
But people don't usually come to Harlan's World unless they've got business with the founding family, the Yakuza, or are looking to hide from someone else. So which is it?
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The way Poe looks away and pointedly goes about his own business speaks volumes to the relationship between the two of them. The AI might run the hotel but he's not the one in charge; at the same time, the guy isn't issuing orders or being cruel to the digital soul working for him. It reminds her a bit of how Coulson had spoken of Stark and JARVIS — she hopes it proves to be an apt comparison.
Asshole Guy moves closer and she stays right where she is, not physically readying herself for a fight but still mentally preparing for one. No powers, she reminds herself. Not unless it's a last resort type of situation. ]
None of the above. I didn't choose to come to this planet and I don't want to be here any longer than I have to. I'm just biding my time until I can find my way off it.
[ Not a single word of it is a lie, which is the best way to keep things. Vague enough to be true while letting people assume whatever they want in between. She straightens up, ready to grab the backpack at her feet and either head into the hotel or back out the front door, whichever way this conversation pans out. ]
I don't want any trouble, just somewhere to stay while I figure things out. But you say the word and I'll go.
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Someone drug you and dump you here?
[The fact that she's made it here of her own free will has him questioning further still. This planet's too far to do anything other than needlecast.]
Interesting.
[He pauses a beat. Motions for Poe to bring two glasses and one bottle over. The AI does as so desired, filling the glasses with minimal interrupting. Kovacs downs about half of the liquid.]
Why don't you just needlecast out of here?
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Daisy eyes the second glass as Poe sets it out, but it's obviously not for himself. Said glass isn't even touched until her interrogator takes a drink from his own, though — can't be too cautious when death feels like so much more of a risk here. ]
Not everyone relishes the idea of changing their skin like a pair of clothes. [ She picks up the glass, tilting it so the amber liquid within catches a bit of light. ] I happen to like this face. Don't you get tired of changing yours?
[ Again, true statements that don't commit her to an outright lie. Dancing around the truth is a skill she hasn't had to use in a while; she just hopes she's not too rusty at it. Lifting the glass to her lips, she breathes in the smell of the alcohol before taking a small sip that's followed by a larger one. It's not top-shelf by any means, but it's sure better than most of the stuff she'd been slinging all day. ]