Rod gave the twitching guy on the ground one last look before snorting. If he his EMR on a higher setting, he could understand all the drama, but it had been on its lowest! It wasn’t as if the guy had even gotten a long charge. And yet, there he was flopping about like a beached fish. Idiot. With a shrug of his shoulders, he started on down the platform, looking for Elena. He barely remembered her, only the blonde hair standing out in his memory. He was willing to bet that the scabby knees and sulking look was gone now too. Wow, but what would her sister think of she knew?

Running a hand impatiently through his hair, he’d been about to tase someone else when he heard his name. There was the source, that guy lurking in the shadows. Hmmm. Slinking closer, he eyed her up and down, nose wrinkling up in distaste.

“You know, usually I don’t go for the grubby sort…”

Leaning down a little further to get a peek under the cap, he joined Elena in being red-faced. Oh no, he didn’t just proposition not only a female but his co-worker’s little… strike that… not so little sister.

He was saved further shaming himself in replying when he heard Myra’s voice. Eyeing her, he waved his e-mag at her in what he considered to be a threatening way despite the fact he was younger and generally one of the shorter Turks at his 5’6 height.

“Now Myra, be nice. It’s her little sister, Elena! Or so she says. It’s really fucked up, lemme tell ya.”