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Qira Quest	Conner receives a text from an unknown number, a burner phone in Gotham. The message is simple. Free for lunch? Big Belly Burger, Gotham. Q Qira will be found loitering outside of the fast food joint, holding up a wall by leaning against it and scanning all the passerby. She's in black from head to foot, the long white hair showing as she waits. She wouldn't stick out too badly if it weren't for the fact she is a young woman that /doesn't/ have a phone glued to her hand or a gaggle of friends surrounding her. Seemingly rooted in the world, she's spending her time watching people as she waits to see if Conner will be joining her. She's not even sure how quickly he can get out to Gotham since he lives in New York, but she also doesn't seem in any particular hurry.
Conner Kent	The first thing that Conner attempts is texting back. It is not hard to figure out who Q is, though. And by the lack of response... maybe she is in trouble? He can fly from New York to Gotham pretty quickly. And maybe he should use the Roost resources to track down the call. It could be a trap. It could be... wait, he is not Batman. Being paranoid is not his thing. What would Superman do? Go there with a smile and an open mind or something like that, and hope for the best. So yeah, it is about fifteen minutes waiting before Conner shows up. "Hey, Q. How goes?"
Qira Quest	Qira pushes up from the wall when Conner arrives, nodding towards him, "Conner. It's.. been interesting. Let's get the food first and we can sit outside and talk while we eat." She motions for him to follow her her, stepping into the restaurant. She glances up at him while they shuffle through the line and murmurs, "You.. have friends. This is normal, right?" She motions around them to indicate the whole scenario, the lunch, the meetup. She glances down and shuffles forward again, "I.. watched other people for months. They seem to enjoy having friends join them for meals." Lifting a shrug, Qira steps up to the counter. Despite the fast food nature, she orders a salad with grilled chicken, water, and a side of fries. When Conner places his order, she moves to pay for both meals, producing a roll of bills, peeling one off and taking the change. Tucking everything back into a pocket, she moves aside and looks back to Conner. "I don't really... know anyone here. But you said to call you, so.."
Conner Kent	Conner nods at Qira and smirks a bit. "Yes, Qira. Friends have lunch together sometimes. They also call each other to chat about important or trivial things. Did you escape the clone banks yesterday?" That is a weird question to ask, but it is actually pertinent SOMETIMES. "Sorry. Joking. Mostly joking." He grins. Full meal of burger/fries/big soda for him. "I guess I need to hear your story, because you said you had business pending in Gotham. So, I thought you had family here."
Qira Quest	Qira just looks at him blankly for a moment, then shakes her head, "I'm not a clone." Not a clone, but not 'normal' either. She waits for their food to arrive so they can head back outside. Once they've grabbed their food and found a spot to sit, Qira lets out a breath and murmurs, "Yeah, I guess so." She pokes around at her salad, then looks to him, "I'm not a clone... but I also don't have any family. I'm.. the sole survivor of a genetic experiment perpetuated by the League of Assassins. I wasn't born in the traditional sense. I was created in a lab." Qira frowns at the limp lettuce and blows out a breath, "I was also killed 'on the job', about four years ago. I woke up about three months ago in a.. lab in a shack in the swamp outside Gotham." Qira looks back to Conner and lifts a shrug, "So I've been trying to figure out what happened over the last four years. Aside from the obvious 'new additions'.. some low level powers." She clears her throat lightly and takes a bite of her salad, "Most of the last few months has just been.. trying to get used to them."
Conner Kent	Conner is attacking the French fries when Qira summarizes quickly her life story, which gives him pause. Way to kill his appetite, too. "Well, I am a clone," he explains with a bemused smile. League of Assassins. Uh oh. Are those Ra's al Ghul minions? Didn't Cass have something to do? Or is he getting them confused with the Red Room? Bad news anyways. And then she died and returned from death with super-powers. Which is how it usually goes, right? For those few that get back to living. "Well, of course I couldn't get my pocket picked by an attractive street thief that was a normal girl. It must be karma."
Qira Quest	"You're a clone? Of.. who?" Qira looks him over, as if she could figure it out just by looking. She finally just shakes her head and murmurs, "I'm... something. I don't know. I don't know if I'm even /real/ at this point. I've been trying to dig up information on genetic experimentation, see if there's anything I can get into. I thought I had a lead a few months ago, but it turned out to be nothing. Well. Not /nothing/ but not what I needed." Qira looks at him sharply, frowning slightly, "What does my appearance have to do with..." Oh. She drops her head and mutters, "If I'd thought you were a hero, I never would have tried." Taking a quick swallow of water, she adds, "Ran into the Bat a few nights ago. Could have gone worse. He let me go. I might have unloaded on him a little. It was.. not my best showing. But I survived. And he might actually dig up the information I need." Qira glances up at him, "He didn't cart me off to jail or Arkham, so I'll call that a win."
Conner Kent	"Eh, that is a long story," replies Conner to the 'who' bit. He listens patiently as Qira babbles about her life and bumping on Batman. Finally, he reaches for another French fry. Gotta eat them before they go cold. "Well, Batman knows everything," he points out. "If he let you go, you are probably okay. I can try to help, too. If nothing else, I can be your friend. Until you find better friends that live in Gotham too, hmm?" Although got from New York in fifteen minutes, or maybe he was already in Gotham. "Don't worry. I don't care if you have dark secrets or superpowers. Hell, I suspect it is normal in Gotham. And I still think you are attractive."
Qira Quest	"I don't exactly have a job to get to," Qira looks at Conner with a shrug, then takes another bite of her salad. She looks back to him after a moment, then chuckles, "I don't have any friends. Sure you want to be the first?" She goes for another bite, then adds, "I don't... actually know how any of this works. Friends. People. I wasn't trained for any of this." Qira lets out a small laugh, "Oh, not everything. He doesn't know about me. Not all of it, anyways. He recognized my fighting style, but that's not too difficult." She looks at him and lifts a shrug, "No secrets. Just.. me. I guess I /am/ the secret, but you already know what I know, so that's that." Pausing, she stares at him, "You're attractive too."
Conner Kent	"If you don't have a job, where do you get the money to pay for this?" Asks Conner. Oh right, picking pockets. "Uh. Nevermind." Not good, but what can she do? It is Lex Luthor's America and Conner knows what happens to kids with powers that fall in the hands of the government. There is Cadmus, and there is worse. Maybe Bart can get her to the Titans? He will ask. Why did Batman let her go on alone? "Hmm, what can I do?" He asks himself out loud. "I guess I can give you money so you don't have to steal. You can pay me back later, when your situation is normalized. Also, do you have a place to sleep?"
Qira Quest	Qira chuckles and shakes her head, "That was a last resort. Normally I just beat up a drug dealer and take their money." She makes it sound like going to the ATM and making a withdrawal. Looking back to him, she lifts a shrug, "I only have to do it every so often, they tend to carry a lot of cash and my needs are pretty simple." She's technically squatting, so she isn't exactly paying rent. "You talk like I'm going to just.. poof into something better." Qira watches him for a long moment, "There is no 'better' for me, Conner. I am what I am, and once the League finds out I'm alive, I'll be wearing a target." She lifts a shrug, "I've got a place for now." Looking back to her food, she pokes at the salad and shakes her head, "I just want to know how I survived, who saved me, and why. If I'm lucky, I can trade that person to the League for my life."
Conner Kent	"Yep, you are going to 'poof' into something better," replies Conner, smiling. "Just like I did. See? The creepy guys that cloned me are now all in jail or dead. But you have an advantage, because they believe you are dead. So, we never tell them you are alive, and you get a good chance to live in peace." After all, it has been four years. He gives Qira and once over. Probably she looks a bit different already, but she can't be twenty yet. Did she say her hair wasn't white before? That is a big change.
Qira Quest	"Yes. Dead or in jail. Not out in the world with the greatest clan of assassins on the planet and untold resources at their fingertips. I'm sorry Conner but.. this isn't the same thing," Qira shakes her head and sets the plastic fork into the bowl holding the remains of her salad. She picks up a piece of the chicken and looks at him, "I'm not looking to become 'normal'. I wouldn't know the first thing about it." She pops the piece of chicken into her mouth and chews on it, then shrugs, "It's a matter of time, but before they catch up to me, I want to find out what was done to me."
Conner Kent	"Uh, they were time travellers with technology from the thirty century," offers Conner. "Super-cyborgs and crazy stuff. I think a bunch of murderers with guns and swords are not that bad. Although my experience is a bit skewed, since my life has been weird." He grins at Qira. "Don't dish normal so quickly. It has been a lot of fun for me. Much better than I expected." He attacks his burger next, taking a large bite and chewing happily. Big Belly burgers might not be healthy, but they are tasty.
Qira Quest	"Uh huh... which is why your time travellers are dead or in jail, and the League has been operating successfully for literal centuries. Because 'murderers with guns and swords are not that bad'. You might have that a little mixed up," Qira just looks at him with something that passes for amusement. Taking a swallow from her water, she shrugs, "My life has been my life, I was created for a single purpose, and I did it well. Too well." Which might explain the part where she was killed. "You say you're normal... what job do you have? What is the cost of your rent? You have a budget, I assume..." The amusement is back, Qira flicking a quick smile towards him, "I could never be normal. I'm /not/ normal. I never was. I just.. want to know what was done to me. What my new purpose is supposed to be."
Conner Kent	"Uh, the Avengers got them," which is not completely truth, but the Outsiders officially don't exist. Mostly. "Look. I didn't start normal. I was made to... nevermind. I just kind of decides to try, and learned. And I will never be a hundred percent normal, but I have a life, with friends and college and paying the rent. Not everything is fun and games! But it is better than just surviving." But normal? He huffs. "I am part Kryptonian."
Qira Quest	"Kryptonian... so you /have/ family," Qira looks sidelong towards him, one corner of her mouth lifting up. She cants her head, watching him for a long moment, then lets out a breath, "It's not the same, Conner. I appreciate what you're trying to say but... you were created for a purpose. SO was I. A purpose I acted out many, many times." She frowns faintly, "That's not something easily forgotten.. or forgiven." Waving a hand once, sharply, she looks to him, "Anyways. The point is, you're not getting rid of the League. And I can't escape them, not forever." Qira lets out a small sigh, "In either case. I just want to figure out what's going on. /If/ I survive all of that, then I'll see what's left to salvage and turn into... something else."
Conner Kent	Conner sighs. He is not getting to her. And they were probably created for the same purpose: killing a lot of people. "There is a lot of a difference when you have a real choice, you know? And also when you have friends to back you up. Ask the Bat for help, and see how it goes. Even that League will back down if going after you means tackling the Other League, the one with Wonder Woman and a space station."
Qira Quest	Qira gives him a strange look at the mention of friends. "You talk about friends a lot. But... what friends? I'm... the enemy. A /known/ enemy. Who do you think is going to be /my/ friend?" She quirks a humorless smile, then lets out a breath and runs a hand through her hair, shoving a few locks back from her face. "I have. We'll see if he takes the bait. I think he will, it's... who he is. Even for someone like me... the whole situation is too pathetic for him to not want to help." Clearing her throat, she lifts a shrug, "Besides, Batman doesn't like other supers in his city. He'll keep it in-house."
Conner Kent	"Oh yeah, he is that," and that is why Conner is very rarely wearing his heroic outfit in this city. "I mean, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, right? And... you want to leave the Assassins," rrrrrright? "And you can also make some real friends from some nice people, and get them burgers. Or get invited to parties. I bet you have not been in many," he pauses to finish his burger and grins.
Qira Quest	"If I'm not mistaken, I've already left the League. I died. That's pretty final for a resignation. I can't go back." Qira turns a wry twist of a smile for him and lifts her water bottle for a swallow. Setting it aside after, she lifts a shrug and shakes her head, "Doesn't matter anyways. I don't want to go back. If I have to /die/ to earn their acceptance, that's not a place I want to be." Pausing, she stares at him for a long moment, "I have never been to a party ever. Did you... miss the part where I was literally created in a lab by the League of Assassins and did nothing but kill people and train to kill people my entire life?" She stares down at her hands, "I wouldn't know what to do around nice people. I'm not exactly 'nice people'."
Conner Kent	"You seem pretty nice to me," offers Conner, leaning forward. "And wanting to do the right thing. As for parties... I wouldn't know. But if they don't have any in the League, they are fools. They train assassins that lack basic real world experience, and parties are good for team morale." Also, he probably went to too many parties his first year in college. But he needed to catchup. "As a fellow person created in a lab, but that left, hmm... five years. My advice is this: start living. Build connections and accept what help you can. But don't stay under a rock, surviving and being afraid. It would be a miserable life." He pauses a few seconds. "If they come for you, well, you probably can't talk them out of doing it. You can prepare some, but really, living afraid all the time is not living."
Qira Quest	Qira frowns faintly, her brows drawing together, shaking her head, "That's... not how the League works. It rules through fear, not favor. The al Ghul's are in charge and will always be in charge. The rest of us are... minions. Ultimately expendable, no matter how good we are at what we do." She looks to him, "I was created by the al Ghul's. That would the closest thing to family I have. And I wouldn't consider them family, given that they were the ones that got me killed." She watches him, blinking, "I'm not afraid, Conner. I will survive for as long as I am able, because that is what I was made to do... well, one of two things. And I'm trying not to do the first thing." Qira shakes her head, "I have no concept of the life you keep talking about, Conner. I've never... done.. any of that. I never went to school, there were no 'friends' or social skills taught at the stronghold, outside of those basic manners that the al Ghul's demanded. I have no 'interests' or 'hobbies' or anything. And I have no time to start them right now. You /know/ what you are, where you come from. I want the same for myself. I want to know who did this to me, why. I want to know what I /am/ now."
Conner Kent	Conner tilts his head and listens to Qira's words. "Right, you know how to survive, not how to live," which is exactly what he said. This is exactly the same problem Laura had. But Gabby, Nadia and himself were able to transition to normal-ish quickly, even though they are still chassed by their evil creators. So, how to help Qira? "You know, maybe I can get you in touch with other people in the same situation. This might sound weird, but I know four other girls with powers that were created or raised by criminal organizations as assassins and now three of them are fine, and another... getting there. They have friends, some have family, and they have so far fought back attempts to be returned to their 'owners'."
Qira Quest	Qira shakes her head and glances down to her hands, "There's a rather large difference between 'raised as' and 'are'. I /am/ an assassin, Conner. Have been for half my life. I wasn't just trained for it. I've lived it." She lets out a breath, the frown deepening on her face. "It's not just... training. I lived the life. It /was/ my life. I don't have friends, or family. It's... just me." She lets out a breath and releases the frown, purposely clearing her features, "I'm not worried about the League trying to take me back. And if whoever modified me wanted to find me, I've made it as easy as possible on them to do so. I /want/ to find them. Find out what the point was." Qira looks back to him, not quite smiling, but at least looking less severe. "I'm not trying to say that I won't ever want to figure out... life. Or, having one. Or.. any of it. But this isn't something I can focus on right now. I'm... I need to know what I am now. Before I can figure out who I want to be."
Conner Kent	"See, I can't agree. We are people, we are raised as whatever," states Conner. "And now we can decide what to be. And find a new life we like." He shakes his head, "and that should be your priority, not confronting them. Not when you have yet to figure out so much, Qira."
Qira Quest	"I'm not talking about the assassin part, Conner. I mean the rest of it. The.. new things. I have /no/ idea /what/ I am. I was /changed/ at a genetic level, I'm not human anymore. At least, not completely. I need to learn what I am, what to expect." Qira shakes her head and looks at him, "I can't figure out /who/ I am if I don't even know /what/ I am. And I don't know what I am anymore." She meets his eyes with that vibrant green gaze, "I don't know if I'll mutate further, if my genetic structure will start to break down, if I'll self-destruct. These aren't things that I can just blithely ignore."
Conner Kent	"So, you need a doctor or a geneticist," offers Conner. "Look, I have the same problem. How long do hybrids of Kryptonian and humans live? Do they explode at twenty years old? Are they human enough? What is human? Do I have a programmed self-destruction thing in my DNA?" He shrugs. "Don't ignore them, but please, don't obsess with them either." He feds her a fry if she tries to talk back. At least wait ten seconds, girl!
Qira Quest	"I-mmph!" The fry is well-aimed and goes straight into her mouth, leaving her looking at him in wide-eyed surprise as she chews on it. Swallowing hard, Qira makes a face and shakes her head, "Yuck. How is that even /food/?" She reaches for her water and takes a swallow, swishing it around in her mouth before spitting it out. "Blech." She turns a glower on him, then sighs, "Still not the same, Conner. And you know it. You have a pretty good idea that humans and Kryptonians are compatible. That their genetics are compatible. Stable. I was already a melting pot /before/ I was modified." Letting out a breath, she tips her head back to stare up into the sky, "That's why I put Batman onto the trail. If anyone can dig up answers, it's going to be him. And... in the meantime, I'm... trying to connect with other people. I met you. I met Red Hood, oddly enough. Not a bad sort." She smirks faintly, "Pretty sure I offended him. He'll get over it. We work well together, anyways." Looking back to him, she looks at him, "I'm doing what I /can/, Conner. But this?" she motions around them, "this is all new to me. Foreign. Weird. I don't... I'm not sure I like most of it."
Conner Kent	"What? No, I had no idea about genetics," replies Conner. In fact the only one that had some idea humans and Kryptonians were compatible were Superman and Harvest! "Look, this..." he gestures around, "is what people have been doing for thousands of years. And it is not always nice, and it is sometimes weird, but it is mostly good. Promise." Beat, "well, I think it is better in other places that are not Gotham. Gotham is not the best city."
Qira Quest	Qira shakes her head slightly and half-smiles at him, "You found out. You could talk to someone about it. You had someone you could go to to talk about it." She lets out a breath, "I have to find someone to talk to about it. And if I'm lucky, Batman will be able to figure out what genes were spliced with mine to make... me." Lifting a shrug, she offers, "I'm trying to do what I can. And I'm trying to learn.. as much as I can. Facts and figures and code are easier than.. emotions and people." She makes a face again, "All of this is really.. odd. Sitting and talking. Sharing. It's... strange."
Conner Kent	"Yes, and it is normal," and if she is not finishing her fries because 'yuck' Conner is stealing them. "Facts, figures and codes aren't what most people think is fun, although I know one or two..." He grins again. "Anyway. I think you need to meet more people. Also, go to a party. I'll see if I can arrange something. I could introduce you some of my friends. Maybe some other lab rats."
Qira Quest	Conner is welcome to the fries, all the fries, she has no interest in them. Instead, she lifts a small shrug and shakes her head, "I have no concept of 'fun'. Intellectually, I know what it /means/ and that it makes people smile, but I've never experienced it myself. 'Fun' has never been part of my life." Qira shakes her head, "I don't find facts and figures /fun/, they're just /easier/ to learn." She blinks, then sits up, "I don't think I'm ready for a party. That's.. a lot of people. Too many entry and exit points, too easy to ambush..." Qira looks at him, "I'm still on instinct mode a lot of the time, Conner. It.. wouldn't be a good idea to just throw me into a group of strangers."
Conner Kent	"You won't know until you try," protests Conner. "Do you have enhanced senses? Because that might make it difficult. But if you can handle Gotham already..." he smiles, reaching for her hand. "You'll be fine. And maybe you will find what is fun, although, really... that is pretty subjective. Some people have fun just running or meditating. But it is more common to have it while watching movies, or listening to music, or talking with friends. At least you can try the first two."
Qira Quest	"I can see in multiple spectrums... ultraviolet, infrared, nightvision... but not like, enhanced hearing or smell or anything. What I meant is that startling me isn't a good idea. I could hurt someone, potentialy even kill them. And I'm not trying to do that," Qira lifts a shrug, looking uneasy. She shifts slightly, then glances down when he takes her hand, looking back up to him with an odd expression on her face. "I'm... suspicious. But... I will try." Qira glances back down to where he's holding her hand, "I don't know movies. Or music."
Conner Kent	"Well, that is what you should do the next couple days," proposes Conner. "May I your cellphone?" Because if it is a smartphone, there is free wifi in the burger. He pulls his own, too, to check where the closest movie theatre is. Education for normal life can start today, right? Well, he let her hand go. It was mostly to see her reaction to human contact. Being a bit unease is several steps better than jumping back in panic.
Qira Quest	Shaking her head, Qira murmurs, "It's a drug dealer's burner phone. After this, I'm wiping the phone, snapping the SIM card, and moving on to the next." She looks at him, "I don't exist, Conner. I can't /have/ a phone." She pulls her hands back in towards herself and glances down at them, "No id, no record of my existence. I don't even have fingerprints." She holds a hand up to show the smooth palm and fingers, "I was created not to. Perfect assassin, I literally don't exist." Dropping her hand, she tucks it back into her lap, "Anything I buy I pay for in stolen cash, I squat in the defunct lab I woke up in... I don't live a normal life, Conner."
Conner Kent	"Yeah, yeah. No," decides Conner, standing up. "Absolutely no excuse not to have some music in your life, come on," he tries to grab her hand to take her to the closest electronics shop. There is one every city block of Gotham. "A MP4 is under fifty, I'll get you one and you can copy the playlist from my cellphone. Lets go."
Qira Quest	Blinking as he grabs her hand, Qira rises up to her feet, moving along with him. "I can afford to buy it, I just don't have any music of my own..." she isn't protesting getting music, at least, following along with him. Glancing around, noting peoples' expressions as she's moving along after him. Glancing up towards Conner, she murmurs, "We're getting stared at."
Conner Kent	"I have a playlist, and I'll download more to give you next week," states Conner. His cellphone mostly has rock and heavy metal. But, yes, he will get some classic and pop for next time. And jazz, and even rap and country. It is a crime Qira has not heard music yet. "They may think I am kidnapping you, because this is Gotham," adds Conner with a happy smirk. "Don't worry, as soon as we get to the shop everyone will lost interest because we will become lowly and boring customers."
Qira Quest	"Well, you sort of /are/ kidnapping me... just.. to the electronics store." Qira offers with a small chuckle before shaking her head. "I promise, I'm not going to sneak off on you. We can slow down a little bit. Maybe a regular walking pace, so doesn't look /quite/ like you're dragging me off for nefarious purposes?" She shifts her hand in his grip and gives a small tug, slowing her pace a bit. "Tell me about the music you're going to download for me," Qira tries to get him to a more reasonable pace by distracting him with the music talk. She glances around again,t hen back to Conner, "What music do /you/ listen to?"
Conner Kent	Conner hmphs, but slows down to a more reasonable pace. "Slowpoke," he teases. "Well, sometimes I like to listen to music when I am flying," he says, "nothing special. Songs I like, some that mean something to me and no one else. You might not like it. But I am sure you will find some music you like. I don't know anyone that doesn't like some kind of music."
Qira Quest	"Hey, it's purely physics. My legs are not as long as yours, my stride isn't as long." Qira lets out a small chuckle and shakes her head. She glances up at him and quirks a smile, "So you /can/ fly. I suspected, but nice to have it confirmed." Nudging him lightly, she asks, "Tell me about it. Tell me why music resonates with you. What about it is so... special. Help me to understand." Qira glances at him and lifts a brow, "Do you know anyone else that's gone this long without being exposed to music?"
Conner Kent	"I don't know, I don't know and I don't know," replies Conner, now very much laughing. "Look, treaties and volumes have been written about the influence of music at least from the times of Ancient Greece. Go read a couple. But -after- you spend an afternoon or two listening to music. As for people that have not heard music... I have not asked, but maybe one or two of my fellow lab rats didn't hear any for a decade or so. Didn't ask." He slows down, but still keeps a fast pace, ushering Qira into the electronics shop and looking for MP4 or even MP3 devices. It doesn't need to be great or expensive, probably best if it is sturdy.
Qira Quest	Shaking her head, Qira looks up at him, "I'm not asking what /everyone/ thinks about it. I'm asking for /your/ opinion. You said songs that you listen to when you fly. Why those songs? What is it about them that has you listening to them over other songs?" She nudges him lightly as they enter the store. Glancing around, she takes the lead now, tugging him along to the music players. "You wanted me to act normal, Conner. Reciprocate. Tell me about music and the effect it has on you. Why it's so important that I learn about it," she glances at him with a faint smirk before turning back to look at the different players. She picks up one of them and looks over the features with a frown.
Conner Kent	"I like them," there is not much more Conner can say about the music. "Maybe I associate some of the songs to good memories, I don't know." It is not a simple answer, because he has not been taking notes about it. Who does that? Probably Batman. But that is not normal. "Do you like that one? Don't worry too much about finding the perfect one right now. Those things are not built to last. A year or two and it breaks down. And almost everyone uses cellphones for music nowadays." But the MP players cost a tenth a good smartphone costs, and since she can't have a sim card to her name, it will make do for now.
Qira Quest	"For someone who was so eager for me to listen to music, you're not doing a very good job on selling me about it," Qira glances up at him, then back to the player. She looks it over and shrugs, "Doesn't matter to me, this is all your idea. I have no idea what constitutes a 'good' player." She looks back to the player and shrugs again, then starts towards the front of the store. She gets into line, handing the player to the cashier and forking over cash from the roll in her pocket. She shakes her head at the offer of change, telling the cashier to keep it. Taking the player, Qira hands it to Conner, "Alright, here you go. Do whatever... thing.. you have to do."
Conner Kent	Conner chuckles, picking up the device, "some things I can't explain, but we'll see if you can next day we talk." He turns it on, and plugs in a USB cord from his smartphone. "I got to get back to New York, but this will be ready in a minute. Call me tonight, hmm?"
Qira Quest	Qira looks back to Conner and lifts a brow, "You.. want to talk?" She pauses, then gives a nod and offers, "I can call you. So what sort of music are you loading onto the player?" She looks back at him, "Just so I know what to expect when I listen to it. No spoilers, just... genres." A faint smile tips at her lips before she collects the player when it's done loading. "Alright. Go on, have 'fun'. We'll talk soon."
Conner Kent	"Some rock. U2, Pink Floyd, Rolling... also heavy, I got ACDC and, hmm, some less know bands," he grins, handing her back the device. "Just try. And if you don't like them, remember there are a bajillion more things you can listen. I'll get you a sample of a dozen styles for next time I see you. Hey, you take care, hmm? Less stealing and more having fun."