[if Tonic is at all bothered by continuing to be accosted, he doesn't say anything about it. he simply makes a curious sound and flips open the little black book, which is full of a number of transactions, probably, most likely. it's a bit hard to tell, given that everything in it seems to be written in a completely different language.]
Mm. [Tonic turns the book sideways, appears to be reading whatever these symbols and scribbles are, flips through a few pages, and then carelessly tosses it to the side.] Useless.
[but he still has small bundle he got out of the man's shoe. he opens it dexterously despite the distraction, even leaning back a little against Tek to get more comfortable. inside the cloth are a set of very small tools. a lock-pick, a coin-sized mirror, a razor, and a couple of very small, flat things that Tonic immediately picks over in his palm with interest.]
Now this is something...
[after setting the rest back on their table, he fidgets with another round, coin-sized thing. it looks much more advanced and delicate than anything that would be allowed in the Underground, but Tonic slides parts of it away and loosens several thin plates between his fingers before a little drawer pops out of the side.]
Here we go. [he pulls a small, rolled-up piece of paper out of the slot, unfurling it between his fingers, and holds it up towards the light overhead. a series of lighter marks appear on the paper, more symbols and scribbles. Tonic chuckles.] Predictable as always...
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Mm. [Tonic turns the book sideways, appears to be reading whatever these symbols and scribbles are, flips through a few pages, and then carelessly tosses it to the side.] Useless.
[but he still has small bundle he got out of the man's shoe. he opens it dexterously despite the distraction, even leaning back a little against Tek to get more comfortable. inside the cloth are a set of very small tools. a lock-pick, a coin-sized mirror, a razor, and a couple of very small, flat things that Tonic immediately picks over in his palm with interest.]
Now this is something...
[after setting the rest back on their table, he fidgets with another round, coin-sized thing. it looks much more advanced and delicate than anything that would be allowed in the Underground, but Tonic slides parts of it away and loosens several thin plates between his fingers before a little drawer pops out of the side.]
Here we go. [he pulls a small, rolled-up piece of paper out of the slot, unfurling it between his fingers, and holds it up towards the light overhead. a series of lighter marks appear on the paper, more symbols and scribbles. Tonic chuckles.] Predictable as always...