Sasha tests her new printer by making a pair of scissors. She pulls her hat off, braids her hair into two plaits, then shuts her eyes and hacks each plait off at around chin length. She'll be alone for another twenty years now, as the proverb goes, but at least nobody will mistake her for a Naxorian? She shakes her head a couple of times, surprised at how light it feels. The plaits go into the matter printer's recycling bin.
Sasha ponders what to do with her new printer, on station. Given the appropriate code, it will print a knife or an air gun (or a pistol, but she doesn't expect to have the freedom from surveillance she'd want while making ammunition). As long as the Rosemallow ship stays away, though, Sasha doesn't feel compelled to carry a weapon. Besides, their main base of operations is going to be Ashari's borrowed studio. Sasha's posing as a ship employee-- she doesn't have a reason to hang around unless she pretends to be debugging the printer, and she's had enough real printer-debugging time this week to last another year or so.
She could give the code to the teenager? He's posing as one of Ashari's assistants, and he's supposed to be less feckless than he looks. At very least he's smart enough not to cut himself.
She waits for Mikodez to pass by, on some pretended errand. "Mishka?" she summons him. "I've got your lokwor here, and this printer is set up the way Rii asked for. Can I show you a couple of things?"
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earlier, on the Wasp, with the printers - paging Mikodez
Date: 2017-08-24 01:22 am (UTC)Sasha ponders what to do with her new printer, on station. Given the appropriate code, it will print a knife or an air gun (or a pistol, but she doesn't expect to have the freedom from surveillance she'd want while making ammunition). As long as the Rosemallow ship stays away, though, Sasha doesn't feel compelled to carry a weapon. Besides, their main base of operations is going to be Ashari's borrowed studio. Sasha's posing as a ship employee-- she doesn't have a reason to hang around unless she pretends to be debugging the printer, and she's had enough real printer-debugging time this week to last another year or so.
She could give the code to the teenager? He's posing as one of Ashari's assistants, and he's supposed to be less feckless than he looks. At very least he's smart enough not to cut himself.
She waits for Mikodez to pass by, on some pretended errand. "Mishka?" she summons him. "I've got your lokwor here, and this printer is set up the way Rii asked for. Can I show you a couple of things?"