[He’s chosen a decent target; Yuri’s been on her damn phone practically since waking up. She’s seated on a train car (not in the proper way, of course; it’s overturned, as with just about everything else), and the young man’s approach visibly startles her.
[From one screen-fixated fugue to another, anyway. Eye contact is fleeting and strangely difficult. There’s a delay before she remembers to speak, focused more on gauging the device he’s been left with—and whatever it may be saying.]
—Ah. Of course, the… [Another beat, and then a blatant scan of the young man.] Help with your AI, you mean?
local fake person offers tech support
[He’s chosen a decent target; Yuri’s been on her damn phone practically since waking up. She’s seated on a train car (not in the proper way, of course; it’s overturned, as with just about everything else), and the young man’s approach visibly startles her.
[From one screen-fixated fugue to another, anyway. Eye contact is fleeting and strangely difficult. There’s a delay before she remembers to speak, focused more on gauging the device he’s been left with—and whatever it may be saying.]
—Ah. Of course, the… [Another beat, and then a blatant scan of the young man.] Help with your AI, you mean?