[ Called from somewhere deeper in the safehouse, the deadpan of it a stone's throw from him switching the line to Sure, Mom.
His voice is all the clue Nate gets as to his location, but it's not a big place. Stephen's in the medical room, the one place in the less advanced cousin of their main Displaced hideaway to have a fixed neural interface screen. It fills the back wall of the room, and on it Stephen has pinned images of various neural imaging scans, charts and brain mapping.
He's finishing up the last few digits of an externally meaningless code pinned to the center of the screen when Nate makes it into the room, taking his attention away (though the characters continue to be added, if slightly slower, even as he turns to inspect Nate's offering.) ]
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[ Called from somewhere deeper in the safehouse, the deadpan of it a stone's throw from him switching the line to Sure, Mom.
His voice is all the clue Nate gets as to his location, but it's not a big place. Stephen's in the medical room, the one place in the less advanced cousin of their main Displaced hideaway to have a fixed neural interface screen. It fills the back wall of the room, and on it Stephen has pinned images of various neural imaging scans, charts and brain mapping.
He's finishing up the last few digits of an externally meaningless code pinned to the center of the screen when Nate makes it into the room, taking his attention away (though the characters continue to be added, if slightly slower, even as he turns to inspect Nate's offering.) ]
Oh, good choice.