Winifred "Fred" Burkle (i_figure) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-05-10 18:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | dinah lance, winifred burkle |
Time to do some saving, or trying to (Dinah)
(Continues from this)
Fred stood in the elevator, taking in the tech that was waiting on the other side. She took a small step into the brain of a rather nice superhero nervous system. So this was where she did her work. Fred couldn't hide the little smile and definite look of appreciation. She wasn't overly high tech herself, not usually. The brainy female liked walls and markers, or dry erase boards and markers. She liked writing and working through things, but she didn't mind getting hold of some really good equipment. Without touching it, without playing with it, she knew just by looking at it, that it was pretty high end.
"I've been attacked before. Guilty by association; it's not new." Fred looked over her shoulder. "Just recently. Course, someone saved me. Not that I mind it, but I get tired of being saved. Sometimes I want to save someone. Guess that's what I'm doing now."
She didn't ask permission to start turning on screens, or waking them up from screen saver sleep. Her fingers brushed keyboards, touchpads, mouses...mice? She almost commented on the plural for that particular device, but thought better of it.
"I'm guessing this place has a comms system?" Fred looked back at Dinah before taking a seat in a rollie chair. She gave it a small test of back and forth and nodded. Nothing like a good rolly chair.