"Maybe you're supposed to be one in this life?" She asked, grinning a little as she continued to wash the car. "As for the privileged few thing, I agree, obviously. I have the skills to make sure they understand that they're no better than we are and I plan on making that known. They don't get to take our money, keep our information, keep secrets from us and just get away with it. They just don't. Not to mention they don't get to claim ridiculous prices for things that no one but them is making money off of. Movies? They're taking chunks out of our entertainment too. It's wrong and I'm just doing my part to right the wrongs."
He was actually listening closely to her as she explained her views. They actually lined up pretty well with his own. Of course, with his serious dislike of much of his family, he would feel more towards the end of anti-establishment. "Yeah, pretty much lines up with the assholes that I've met in my life like that," he told her. He wondered if he could get Mazie to clean out the bank accounts of his father. That would be pretty hilarious to him. That would likely have to wait until they got out of here, though. Those computers weren't going to be allowed to get to bank accounts, after all. "I say keep doing your part then. Well, once you get out of here, of course. Can't do much from here, can you?"
That had Mazie smiling a little. She stood up and headed to grab a semi-clean rag to dry her hands. Tucking both now dry hands into her pockets, Mazie made a point of surveying the rest of the car, doing her best to register disapproval on her face and try to make it look like it was the car’s state that made her look that way. She came up to Reggie’s side, one hand slipping easily from her pocket, hopefully concealed by their sides. The slip of paper was hidden inside her hand and she leaned a little forward to inspect something in the engine, tapping Reggie’s side with her hand. “Yeah, they’ve got the security here pretty solid. Guess they knew a basic set of walls wasn’t going to keep me out.”
Hopefully the slip of paper and its contents would answer his previous question. They were doing the best they could to keep her out, but Mazie was working just as hard to infiltrate their systems. This whole bullshit situation where she had a whole day to basically apologize for something she didn’t feel she’d done wrong wasn’t sitting well with her. While ultimately yes, she’d like to get back to breaching security in the real world, her immediate sights were on taking the administration down a peg.
He made note of the piece of paper, looking at its contents on the sly before pocketing it. "Not shocked that they have security done up tight here," he said, pulling up fully from the car hood now and sitting on the edge of it. He was pretty sure that he had everything here to work on it. The people in charge had been very thorough in supplying him with everything that he might need.
He was actually impressed that she had been able to get around their systems as much as she could so far. He figured that, since the people in charge of this place had picked out a hacker to put into their program, they would have had someone come in and make things nigh on unhackable, but she had gotten through for something in only a couple of days. Wiping his hands on his jeans (he knew he'd have to ask for more clothes eventually, as he'd likely stain the hell out of a few of the sets of clothes that he had), he stood up, looking around. "Clean up job looks good," he said, looking the car over. "I can almost tell what color it's supposed to be."
“What color is it supposed to be?” Mazie asked, looking back at the car as a whole now. Smiling, she was happy that they had secretly conducted their business and hopefully Reggie would be able to come find her so she could explain it in more detail later. “Or better, what color do you want it to be? Did you say red?