He slid it into his pants pocket, reminding himself to hook the shields up to a new fob as soon as possible. Beautiful this one might be, but that made her no more trustworthy. "It's only partially for security," he admitted, as they stepped through - the dry arid air turning instantly to a more moist atmosphere, with a cool breeze."We like our land somewhat... temperature controlled. The wasteland has a tendency of spreading if we let it."
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Date: 2013-08-31 07:01 am (UTC)