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Well, there was one advantage this job had over the old one: at least she could carry a rifle. Even if she didn't have her C-10 around here, she'd been able to liberate another rifle that couldn't have possibly been from this point in time from one of the back lockers.

Not that Kerrigan would take it out of the store-- then she'd have to deal with the owner again-- and of course he would only carry these things unloaded. But just the heavy weight of the gun in her hands had something strangely soothing about it, and soon, she was humming something tuneless to herself as she paced anxious little eights through the store.

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If you want to interrupt her.

Mod your meditation!

Only accessible with Cable's permission.

Might be a little SP-ish because today is FIRST EUROCUP DAY.

Everyone better be in orange, 's all I'm saying.

Worf entered Wellspring arms and nodded at Kerrigan respectfully.

"Good day. Is the meditation room available?" he asked gruffly.

After talking with Kerrigan, Worf settled down into his regular mok'bara routine, moving quickly and gracefully through the katas.

She came to a momentary pause, rifle still in hand, and gave him a quick nod. "Empty as it can be."

"Good."

Worf paused a moment before entering the room.

"If you do not mind me asking," Worf stated, almost standing at attention, "What planet do you originate from?"

Yesterday had been good. Hanging out on tropical beaches was nice. But parts of Juli's conversation was still stuck in his head. So he hefted his rifle down to the arms center.

He slowed and blinked when he spotted the woman? behind the counter. "Uh, hi. I'm here to use the range." He was trying not to stare, but this was the first time he'd seen...well, she had to be an alien. Right? First time alien encounter. "Please?" he added.

Oh, great. "Tarkossis," she called after him, "In the Koprulu System." Which she figured he probably didn't know, anyway.

"I'm not going to maul you," she muttered, "If you have to stare, make it quick." Kerrigan paced towards the desk, pulled open the top drawer, and eyed it. "Is your name on here?"

Murdock blinked again and managed to regain some composure. "Sorry. Yah," he nodded, "Should be on there. HM Murdock. Cable cleared me for using it a week or so ago."

He stepped closer to the desk. "Sorry about the whole staring bit. That was rude."

"Well, if the boss says you're alright," she said, with a roll of her eyes, and skimmed over the list. "Yep." Kerrigan shoved the drawer shut tight. "You're on here. And don't bother trying to hide it; I know."

He frowned a little. "Sorry. I've just never seen an extraterrestrial before." He gave her a quick studying glance, not staring, just familiarizing himself her. "Still doesn't excuse my initial reaction though. Sorry."

She snorted, lifting her hand to physically wave it off. "I said look if you have to," Kerrigan said, a little less severe, "Just don't pretend you're not." She supposed on some level it was a relief, at least, that the ogling had turned into staring with her change.

Relief. She found a little more of that, every day. Funny.

"I think I'm good now," he gave a small smile. "You don't have to worry about it from me no more. It's nice to meet ya."

"I'm Sarah Kerrigan," she offered, "I think it's probably better for the both of us if we don't shake hello." Reaching for the pad that would open up the shooting range, she added, "It should be open when you get there. I'm sure Cable's told you about the not going postal in the range thing; he's got a big stick up his ass about that one."

"Sarah," he nodded. A seemingly ordinary name for someone who appeared to be anything but. "Call me Murdock." He laughed about Cable having a stick in the nether regions. "Yah, he told me," he said with a grin.

"I'll call you Murdock if you call me Kerrigan," Kerrigan replied, with a lightly amused snort. "I'm not big on the first name deal, either."

"You got yourself a deal, Kerrigan," he smiled back. "Yah. First names seem a bit silly when all you've got is a couple of letters." He gave a small shrug.

"The letters do preserve an edge of mystery," she replied, a smirk playing across her lips. "It buys you a few minutes until people get to the bull, anyway."

Engineered people. Built to act as soldiers in some cases. Kids having to fight in battles. What was this island going to throw at him next?

He fired off a couple of rounds, most of them went wild. He groaned. He kept at it though, missing several times during the course of his practice.

"Me mysterious?" He chuckled at that. "I think that's hardly what I'd use to describe myself. Odd would be more like it. And that works to buy you time just as well," he smirked back.

"I've seen worse," she said, rolling her eyes a little again. "Trust me."

He nodded. "I'll take your word for it."

"I reckon I'll let you get back to work. Maybe we'll run into each other some other time."

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