[pausing a moment to look at that patch of scorched earth, Tek experiences something of temporal vertigo. it at first looks extremely familiar and makes sense to part of his brain, while the rest of it remembers that he is not currently with the person that was once the cause of those sorts of things. wrong world, wrong time.

he's still wondering over it a moment later, but his attention is pulled away at the question. he scoffs.]

That almost sounds sweet when you say it like that. [gross.] And I suppose it all depends on what sort of budget we have for this day of mine.