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[ When the feed clicks on, it’s awful close on a brown eye. It wobbles before it zooms out--or more accurately, Cid Harrington, small child of 5, takes it away from the close-up of his face. There’s an older woman with long blonde hair pacing, in what appears to be some sort of rant. ]

- or whatever this place is, I don’t want you talkin’ to strangers, and don’t go anywhere without me or Joe around, okay? [She pauses, and then turns to look at the boy, blue eyes hard and suspicious.] Cid? What’ve you got?

[ Cid’s blink is slow, voice completely even and casual. ] It’s recording. To everyone. [ Tap. ]

What? [Her mouth turns down in a frown and she glances at what Cid is holding. Great. Way to expose them to all this stranger danger, Cid.

Well, nothing for it now. It’s video, clearly, but she’s not used to speaking in front of an audience, so her next words are a little stilted:]

My name’s Sara. This is Cid. [Her hand rests on the top of his head, an almost-protective gesture.] My son.

We should ask a question. [ Straight, suggestive. It’s only fair that they do, since they’re already recording. ] Where can you find blunderbusses?

Cid! [She looks startled, and a little angry as she quickly grabs the communicator from Cid and flips it off.]

((ooc: green is Cid; brown is Sara. Replies may come from both!))

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Tough to know if you can trust a person just by learning their name.

[Skeptical Sara is skeptical. So out trots the lie, easy peasy:] He's seen a lot of old movies. And we don't need one. I've got a shotgun.

[ Sara is talking but Cid's peering at the girl. She's friendly--nice, and Cid would smile if he normally did. Instead he simply waits until his mother is done. ]

My mom's shotgun is outdated. It works okay, though. I've seen it.

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