IC: Firen
The Toa of Data remained silent for several long moments. Finally, with a loud sigh, he reached into his coat and withdrew a small flask, pulling off of the top. He paused a moment at the look he was given. "What? Technically, my shift ended hours ago."
After a sip, he put it back. "In the interests of honesty, you were already a potential suspect. It was only logical to assume that the person who used the vehicle also built it, and you're one of only a few people in this area who could have built one like that. I was here just as much to assess whether or not I believed it was you as I was for information."
Almost absently, he steepled his fingers once more. "Well, this is an interesting dilemma. You don't need to worry about being turned in or arrested, my mouth is shut. Quite securely shut at that."
A long pause. "...... I am really, really bad at awkward silences."


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