I13DT - ExCeL-sior

[Allison Rogers]

"Yeah, and built like a brick," she said, rubbing her shoulder and checking to make sure she still had a wallet.

[Deirdre Quinn]

"I've seen your log files. You'd know from bricks."

[Allison Rogers]

"Yeah, those haven't been bright shining spots on my record."

[Deirdre Quinn]

"Not judging," she shrugs.

[Allison Rogers]

"Eh. Feel free to judge if you want. I doubt you can judge me any more harshly than I judge myself," she said as they entered the Stark exhibit. "On the other hand, I have to judge this kind of harshly. Stark's entirely too full of himself."

[Deirdre Quinn]

"Having endured him entering a convention presentation in the suit while AC/DC blared, I have no argument there."

[Allison Rogers]

"Now on that score I can't fault him. If I had his money, I'd enter conventions to AC/DC."

[Deirdre Quinn]

"It's more the whole package."

[Allison Rogers]

"Books and their covers?"

[Deirdre Quinn]

"A Tony Stark entrance can't be anything but a Tony Stark entrance."

[Allison Rogers]

"I don't think we'll disagree on that." She stopped to look at some bike concepts they had.

[Deirdre Quinn]

Dee browses through the displays as well, not looking overly surprised at anything, but making note of projects that had advanced since her departure.

[Allison Rogers]

As she wandered by one of the places where one of the sales people was stationed, a small alarm started going off. "Miss, did you pick up something from one of the displays?"

"No," Allison said, looking at herself. She had nowhere to put anything in this room.

"My apologies, Miss, it must be some sort of glitch."

"No problem."

She shrugged and moved on.

[Deirdre Quinn]

She quirks a brow.

"Someone in a hurry might have. Hold still?" She asks Allison.

[Allison Rogers]

Allison paused, looking at Dee. "Okay."

[Deirdre Quinn]

"This will only take a moment," she says as she passes a hand close to Allison, closing her eyes as she tries to feel out if there are any synthetic materials there that ought not be.

[Allison Rogers]

There's a small piece made up of various synthetic materials under her jacket on her shoulder. She just stands there, watching Dee curiously.

[Deirdre Quinn]

"And... there." She points.

[Allison Rogers]

Allison takes off her jacket and looks for a moment. She scrapes something up on her finger off her skin. She offered it to Dee. It appeared to be a tiny chip of some sort.

[Deirdre Quinn]

She looks the chip over, getting a feel for it with her powers as she holds it up to the attendant.

"This for tracking?"

[Allison Rogers]

"Doesn't look like one of ours, but that's what we use them for," he said.

[Deirdre Quinn]

"Think it got left when a rather large fellow bumped into her."

[Allison Rogers]

"Hmph," he said with a shrug, before picking up his phone. "Hey, George, have everybody do a sweep of their area and see if anything's missing. I'll wait... If you ladies could just hold on a minute, we'll get this cleared up."

[Deirdre Quinn]

"By all means."

[Allison Rogers]

"Okay, thanks, George." He put his phone down, "Nothing's missing, ladies, so you're off the hook. Sorry for the misunderstanding."

[Deirdre Quinn]

She shrugs.

"At least I tried."

[Allison Rogers]

Allison frowned, grabbing an envelope with marketing materials, pulling the marketing materials out and handing the envelope to Dee. "Might as well hang on to it."

[Deirdre Quinn]

She nods, tucking it under her arm.

"Sorry to have put a damper on things."

[Allison Rogers]

"Hey, there's still plenty of show and the whole day to look forward to. It's only a damper if the day's done." She smiled.

[Deirdre Quinn]

"Fair enough. Your turn to pick, I think?"

[Allison Rogers]

"Let's go see that Lambo."

[Deirdre Quinn]

"Sounds like a plan," she smiles, making her way out of the exhibit.