[ He doesn't have to worry about Jim touching his toy, he's too busy immersing himself in data streams and crumbly old networks that make him long for isolinear and duotronic systems, ferreting out his homemade bastardized iPad to mark up a map with checkpoints; he always seems to be searching the City now and again, it's time he sorted out a system for it anyway.

Blue eyes light up where they rest on the screen, reflecting the information when he glances over at his returned company some time later. He doesn't blame him for making use of the facilities, it looked like Reaper had been through hell and back in his own clothes. ]

Hey, wow, there was a person under all that blood after all. That is a nice tat. C'mere.

[ Swiveling around on his stool, Jim opens up a stringy plastic backpack with the lab logo on it, taking out the PADD-wannabe and navigating the touch-screen map with all the little dots that open on it with slices of information, distances and terrain descriptors. ]

This is mine, I've been fixing it up for a few weeks. Everything's locked down except the map, which I've pulled up a route for you on. If it futzes up that's because I haven't used that program myself yet, the power cells might go out if you leave it on all day. It's better than the shitty paper fold-outs in town though, goes without saying.

[ Offering it over with a smile. ]

If you break it, I'll kill you. Think of it like my inanimate child.