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Don't worry, I'm an Engineer. [She reaches over, patting Bruce's back as she continues.] Sure, I only started when I arrived on the Moira, and yeah, my soldering's not the best... but hey, if anything goes wrong? I'll tell them you were only supervising me. Plausible deniability.

[There's no small sips here, only hearty gulps. She shakes her head with appreciation as she finishes off yet another drink, popping her pineapple down with gusto.] You're joking. I was in Rio, too! [beat;] Well, probably a couple decades later, and in an alternate universe... but I was in Vila Militar. About half an hour from Rocinha by typical transport, I think — didn't exactly get a lot of opportunities to explore while I was out there.

Oh no, don't you even mention me. I won't be in any way linked to hundreds of humanoids being deprived of their necessary dose of vitamin D.

[ Wow, she's really going in for the kill, isn't she? He'd tell her to pace herself, but she didn't really seem interested in doing that to begin with. It's alright, though, he'll just keep an eye on her if it turns out she's all talk and can't actually handle her alcohol. ]

Yes, that is pretty nearby. I rarely ever left Rocinha, though. Easier to be invisible there.

[The pineapple-to-coconut switch is no good — she just wants another drink. Despite her pace, she's shockingly sober, without even a tinge of a buzzed flush.]

So I heard. Wish I'd had more time to take a look around. Think I was only down that way to catch a boat. You speak Portuguese?

[ That's a shame. Not that Bruce would want to get her drunk exactly, but tipsy people are fun and kind of silly. When they're not depressing anyway. ]

Well, uh... a little bit. Enough to get by, though just about anyone there could tell I wasn't a native. I'm a little better now, but I ended up having to focus more on learning other languages since then.

I hear that. I wouldn't mind having a practice session — translators spoil me, and I haven't had a chance to speak it since I left N-School.

[Without even a signal this time, the bartender has brought her three more pineapples. This is a ridiculous number of pineapples. Shep brightens, giving Bruce a slightly embarrassed smile.]

They've really got my number, here. [She takes a sip, and her eyebrows jump.] Boy, do they ever — this one's probably twice as strong as the others.

Well, whenever you feel like it, we can... [ Bruce trails off, staring as the waiter brings over three more pineaples. Damn. ] ... back and forth a little.

[ His Portuguese's seen better use, honestly, but then his main issue was always that he never had anyone to practice it with. Better late than never, though— even if he technically doesn't need it anymore. ]

They must know you really well. [ His lips twitch into a lopsided grin. ] I'd offer to help with that, but... no alcohol for me. You're on your own there.

I'd like that. I think I still have my old language notes and books buried... somewhere in this thing. [She taps her wrist next to her MID, and a holographic display pops up, the GUI for her omni-tool.] Should be able to send them over to your MID, if you don't have something of your own.

[The new, double-strength pineapples are already feeling the destructive power of Shepard's appetite for alcohol — two-thirds done with the first one, her lips quirk upwards at his adamant refusal to assist. It was fun to share, but having a sober friend around as you drank was almost just as fun — like a straight man in a comedy duo. They were already doing pretty well.] Oh, I've definitely got this.

Sure. [ Bruce shrugs. He hadn't even thought of looking for books as it is, but he's definitely not going to turn down the chance to get his hands on some manuals and notes, if she has them.

Though maybe not while she's getting drunk on pineapple cocktails. He imagines this would all be ten times more ridiculous if they were trying to speak Portuguese right now. ]

I can see that. [ It's impressive, seriously. Right now Bruce is very much interested in seeing if she'll manage to walk in a straight line once they leave the bar. He finishes up his own drink in the meantime —still the first, if anyone's keeping track—, handing it back to the bartender only to be immediately offered another. ] Jesus, they really are fast around here.

Probably the card. I'd be quick, too, if I was waiting on someone with potentially infinite wealth. [There's a beat, as she considers.] Probably.

[Shep downs the last third of her new pineapple, tapping away at her omnitool with a sort of reckless glee and abandon. Her face may not be showing much, but her attitude, already rather friendly, brightens with each passing drink. Shepard, by all accounts, is a very cheerful drunk.

There's a bright ping! on her MID, which she swipes, taps and smiles.]

There! Check your MID. De nada.

[ Well, cheerful's definitely better than paranoid and depressing. Bruce doesn't need any more of that around him, honestly.

He sets down his drink when her MID pings, then lifts up his own wrist to check his MID too, smiling curiously. ] What did you do?

Complete Portuguese language module, couple of dictionaries, and an intelligent translation app for crosscheck. [She swipes on her MID, eyeing something, and swipes back.] It probably needs a little tinkering to work on these, but it shouldn't take too much. It's an adaptable code. The rest should be pretty much plug and play, though!

[Satisfied with her sharing of knowledge, she immediately gets cracking on another one of her drinks.] Knew I had them squirreled away somewhere in there. I never delete anything.

You sure don't waste time.

[ He chuckles, but really, better now than when she's piss drunk. Even if he has a feeling she might not ever get piss drunk, or at least that she has a much higher tolerance than four alcoholic pineapples. ]

Thanks. I'll make sure to give them some use. [ He gets to his own drink, vaguely wondering if there's some bathroom around. They're probably going to need it sooner or later. ]

Better to do it while I'm thinking of it — and you're welcome. [She points at Bruce — or she would, except instead she uses her whole pineapple to gesture. Now there's a flush. It's not much, but it's just enough to highlight the freckles across the bridge of her nose.]

Anyways — I think we were talking about coconuts?

Coconut water, yes. It's really good. [ He says after a long sip from his drink. ] But I don't think I can handle another drink after this one. I'm all juiced up at this point. Also, I'm not really sure they have coconuts here.

Juiced... [It's the only word she focuses on for a moment. Then:]

Think they've got a bathroom around here?

I hope so, or we might have to get creative.

[ Well she did mention a midnight swim, so there's always that option. ]

Either I find one, or I'm watering the palm trees for free. Just be a minute.

[And she's off, humming something that sounds like elevator music to herself. Shockingly, her walking is unaffected — but half way to a hallway that looks like it may contain a toilet, she hits her head on a wooden carving of an alien bird, and apologizes to it, before continuing on.]

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