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[Even without Ben's limp notable to him for the regular irregularity, Jet focuses more on the aide the branch he's picked up can offer. Quietly, he's a little relieved help isn't offered either. He doesn't need that aggravation right now, not when there's more important things to focus on as they head back.]

Underground generator. Possibly water based. A friend of Sol's said something about the ground drinking the blood of the sky for power or something. The words don't make much sense, but if you ignore those specific, seems a good enough guess to work on.

Especially when that scientist guy said there's plugs in the building he and Randvi found but they go directly into the floor and are sealed. [He shrugs.] Might be off, but I don't got a better one tight now.

[ Jet doesn't strike Lalo as the type to easily accept help. Lalo doesn't know Jet well, but Lalo's initial read is... friendly, relaxed, kind. Protective, at least of the kid. But walled off too, despite the mellowness. Why walled off? Who knows, could just be the way he was raised. There's something in Jet's demeanor that makes him seem older than he is, too; he looks like a kid in his early 20s but doesn't act like one at all. Too proactive, too thoughtful, too quick to act in a crisis. A kid would be spinning his wheels right now, or doing stupid reckless shit. Jet has been nothing but capable and steady, at least so far.

Capable, as in, not the kind of guy who wants to be babied. When Jet pointedly leans more on the stick, Lalo gets the message and withdraws most of his support, silently, without verbal acknowledgement. Just as well. He's limping too. Not the steadiest bullwark.

Lalo thinks about Jet's theory. It's a good one. The ground drinks the blood of the sky, huh? Well, shit. An underground water-based generator isn't a bad guess. He nods, bobbing his head up and down in response to Jet's theory. ] Underground water-powered generator would make sense. It's the rainforest, eh? Lots of rain.

But shit, man. "Blood of the sky?" Jesus. [ He shakes his head, the slight movement barely visible in the faint warm glow of the torch he's now trying to share. It's possible to see a red bandana around his neck, tucked into the neck of a gray-green shirt that's made of thicker material than normal, probably intended for weathering the outdoors.

Lalo chuckles a little, amused, only to immediately wince when he accidentally sets his injured leg down too hard. ] Sounds like Sol's friend wants to be a poet!

[ Something else occurs to him though, pondering Jet's mention of "the scientist guy"... ]

Hey. Scientist Guy said there were solar panels on the buildings where he was. What do you make of that? You think the sun could be "the blood of the sky?" You see any solar panels anywhere on the... [ facility? building? he'd gesture or snap his fingers if he weren't carrying the torch and cooler's handle ] ...prison...?

[At least he can take the hint and doesn't need telling twice, Jet can respect that more than most. He gives a small shrug when Ben laughs and a small smile turns the corner of his lips too. Yeah, some kind of poet maybe. Better than the 'doom and gloom hellfire' vibe he got off the words to start.]

I'm sure as hell not a poet, so maybe? I'd figure that'd be something like drinking light but who knows. Can't say I really looked or tried to climb up there with my knee messed up, but didn't seem to be any hanging over the edge. Not a ton of cords either...though I did find something like a USB cable. It either doesn't work or didn't work for what I was trying to do.

[Which...he needs to be a bit more specific on or there'll be questions he doesn't want to answer.]

I was hoping I could plug it in to try and break into whatever password crap was going on with the computer, but the technology doesn't seem to work for that.

[ Lalo thinks about that for maybe half a second. He gets an idea. ]

Plug it in... to your phone? [ At least that's what Lalo imagines Jet must be referring to. What else could he mean? ]

May I see it? [ He means Jet's phone. ]

Edited 2023-06-08 22:07 (UTC)

[Shit. He hadn't woken up with his phone. Nothing but the clothes on his back.]

I already ditched it. Battery died when I got shocked by the drone and I need the pocket space. It was a blackberry, if that matters. A Q10; it'd just come out too.

[There is some genuine note of loss there. Having his phone would actually be pretty useful, if only to cross reference when he first woke up.]

It just acted like it wasn't there.

[ Lalo frowns, and nods when Jet says the computer just acted like the phone wasn't there. ]

Shit! I'm not enough of an egghead to tell you what that means. Unfortunately. [ At least he believes Jet about tossing it and isn't asking to see it anymore. He sighs, and rubs a hand over his moustache. Thinking. But his contemplative demeanor brightens immediately when he sees a large gray structure start to come into view.

He nudges Jet — gently — with an elbow. ]

Hey, man! That it?

Edited 2023-06-11 12:04 (UTC)

[There's a small flicker of a smile on Jet's face for the word 'egghead' finally someone who spoke Jet's language.

Jet looks up from his determined focus on the ground around them and there's a small rush of relief in him. Thank God for the small things.]

Hell yeah it is. Soon as we get there, take a break, I'll handle getting some water to Martin, but you need the rest.

[ Lalo's happy to share that flicker of a smile with him. There's something nice about being able to be casual with someone. Not having to have a stick up your ass. Jet's down-to-earth. He respects that.

Lalo isn't used to being told what to do, ever, except sometimes by his uncle or Don Eladio, so he finds it a little jarring. But he's also too tired to argue. He really could use another hour of rest. He gives Jet a smile and a nod. ]

You got it, boss.

[ As if on cue, he's forced to stifle a yawn. ]

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