“I totally forgot you were comin’ by today.”, the smile was clearly forced, his voice too low compared to his usual cheery self. “I got no surprises for you today. I’ll make it up to you next time, okay?”

“Hey, it’s alright, bud, I’ve told you, haven’t I? You really don’t need to do anything for me. You have enough to do and worry about, I’m just happy to get to see you.”

Her demeanor went soft instantly on reading his voice and posture, knowing a fake smile when she saw one. Especially on someone who smiled so naturally the majority of the time. Of course, now there was the question of pride. Something was up, but Messenger wasn’t sure if or how to address it. The guys tended to not be big on feeling pitied or like they were being read as weak…

Technically, she didn’t have to make the pickup until tomorrow, but…

“Uh, that being said, I have a favor to ask if you’re willing? I’m supposed to be picking up some puppies to deliver to m-a pet rescue after I finish drop off here, but I could use another pair of hands to steady the crate on the back of my scooter?”

Classy Gal

One of Messenger’s duties is going to fancy business parties with the upper crust business assholes Hale has to associate with. Since Saxton Hale is not exactly the small talk and shmoozing type-unless you’ve come to purchase a gun from the elite suite-, he tends to uh… not do GREAT at these type of social gatherings. 

In order to keep up appearances for the company and gain allies/associations blah blah social connections, Messenger gets to dress up fancy and pretend to be Saxton’s companion to mollify his peers. Well, and, most importantly, to distract them while he steals booze, and to interject when someone tries to talk to him so he can escape out windows to rip his suit off and/or hook up with someone.

She fuckin loves it.

It’s essentially three hours of making fun of the one percent to their faces under the guise of personality while also uncovering information that can be used against them. 

The best part, though, is to play the field like it’s a high school cafeteria. She has pickpocketed and planted jewelry, planted her own (borrowed from Hale) jewelry, spread rumors, spread confidential/drunken information, and been the direct cause of at least one (1) lethal pistols duel between Oil Magnates.

“Oh! Yeah a’course.”

Messenger’s eyes lit up as she reached behind her and, in a very obviously thoroughly practiced move, flipped her cannon over her shoulder then loaded, pointed (away from Medic), and cocked. Her goofy grin faded back into an attempt at a serious face with a bit of pink darkening her cheeks.

“Well, see, I, uh, I’m a ranger. I mean, ranged assist…er? Deliverer? Uh, like sort of a sniper but not a Sniper? Oh, right, this”

-Her goofy expression came back, a little more sheepish this time, against her will as she tapped the side of her gun’s wide barrel-

“This is my dear sweet gun buddy MailCall. And thiiis,” she unloaded the ammo which was an odd, small (American) football sized capsule, “is a subspace storage capsule. The current models have a carrying capacity of approximately 200 lbs worth of heavy fire ammunition, or, at least, they don’t do great past that because ahah, hoo that backfire nearly took my arm off- but! It should be fine with the regular restock allotment, and the medi-boost caps are vapor or injection if they’re…” she pulled a tiny version of the capsule, the size of a sniper bullet and held it up, “full range. These bad boys are more potent. I have ammo versions of minicaps too… problem is my supplier can only make so many so I’m on strict rations…but! They’re re-usable so I just gotta collect the burst ones from the field and-“

She stopped dead and her face flushed in embarrassment. Aw shit, she’d been trying so hard to avoid rambling, and it had been a simple question too. The doctor hadn’t asked for this whole…spiel. She stammered for a moment before getting a bit of a grip to try again. She looked downwards slightly. 

“I, uh, what I mean is… I um shoot teammates to deliver what they need to shoot people good for longer. Is. Well, that’s my primary. Thing”

She spun and cranked a lever on the side of MailCall which tightened and extended the internal barrel into rifle mode.

“I, uh, forgot to explain what full range meant. Sorry. This is that.”

“Holiday season!! You know what that means: Discounted adoption fees at the Mutt’s Land Animal Rescue! We gots dogs, cats, donkeys, sheep, but mostly dogs. We had chickens, but they’re mine now. The pigeons don’t see a difference.

Come by and pet our dudes, maybe fall in love and take a lil, or big, dude home today!

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