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Parts: 1. Jamie: 0. [Open]

By all rights, Jamie should be asleep. Ever since his trip to the City earlier, he's been running hot and cold, like he's got a fever. But rather than wanting to rest, he feels strangely jittery - so he's in Engineering, looking down at a box of parts that need to be sorted. However, now that he's actually here, he's not sure he wants to go through with it. If he doesn't, though, he'll just have to do it later. With a sigh, he rather carelessly dumps everything out onto a work table. He starts rummaging through the pile, although there's not much actual sorting going on. It seems more like he's simply picking something up, frowning at it for a moment and then setting it aside.

In the mess of bits and pieces, there's one part made up of two smaller ones that have been shoved together. It's the same thing he had been playing with while waiting for Billy during their failed goop gun experiment, and there's an almost wistful look on his face for a moment as he picks it up. He'll never be able to think of that without thinking of Cassie, now. Still, the parts would be of more use if they were separate, so he sets to trying to pull them back apart.

It seems he's done a fantastic job of wedging them together permanently, for try as he might he cannot get them to budge. As he tries, the expression on his face gets more and more irritated, until finally he gets frustrated enough that he throws it at the table. It bounces and goes sailing through the air towards the open doorway. Normally he'd go chasing after it, but why bother? It's not like it's going to hit anyone coming in this late, anyway. Is it?

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He's picked up another piece of equipment - this one looks like some sort of flange - and is frowning again, although not quite as deeply as before. It felt kind of good to throw the piece, and some of his irritation has burnt off. Not for long, though. Apparently he's not so alone as he thought, and he shoots a narrow-eyed look at Tenaya, not really pleased at being sniped at.

"Oh, aye?" he replies, not quite able to keep a bit of sarcasm from creeping into his tone. "Well, then ye can just go and fetch it, then. Good luck trying to get it so ye can use it."

Jamie turns slightly away then, figuring maybe she'll just go away and leave him alone if he ignores her. He sets the flange down in an empty space - more carefully this time - and picks up a bit of tangled wire instead.

"I'm not the one who threw it," Tenaya argued. She shook her head and muttered, "Stupid Scotsman." Between Flynn back home and Jamie now, she was beginning to think that all the Scottish had hair triggers.

She began searching through the equipment, looking for something to help calibrate her temperature settings.

"I'll have ye know it bounced," Jamie says, turning his head back to fix her with a frown. The frown deepens at the mutter. Normally he'd be pleased to realize that she actually knows where he's from - that seems to be a rare thing on Stacy - but he's feeling somewhat insulted at being called stupid.

Perversely, he goes to grab an item he thinks she's about to look at, fixing her with a scowl as he does so. "Hey. I'm sorting these, ye know."

"And I need to look for something," Tenaya retorted. "Or is this your personal castle?"

What was with this guy? She hadn't had anyone get on her nerves this quickly and thoroughly since...well, since Kilobyte back home. But he'd been actively scheming against her.

There was something about this woman that was really starting to get annoying. Okay, maybe he shouldn't have thrown the part on the table, but what right did she have rummaging through his project with so much as by-your-leave? It may not be much of a project, but it's his project.

"Aye, and what if it was? There's plenty of things all in their proper place elsewhere." Jamie gestures at the other work tables. "Why don't ye be a good lass and look over there?" There's a bit of emphasis on the word 'lass' that slips out before he can stop it. He realizes, though, he just doesn't care that much right now about whether or not she's going to take offense to it.

[Gah, did not realize this got eaten when my connection died]

"Excuse me?" Tenaya asked, suddenly furious. "What does my gender have to do with anything? I am a Generation 15 Venjix hybrid, built to be the perfect blend of human and machine. So I think I can clearly say anything any guy can dish, I can take."

It was odd. She hadn't bragged like that since before she'd learned she was human in the first place. But she really felt like she had to prove herself...by any means necessary.

"A Generation 15 what?" For a moment, Jamie reacts like he would normally. He has absolutely no idea what a Venjix hybrid is, and he gives her a rather baffled look. Then the rest of what she said sinks in.

"Oh, so you're a robot, then," he says with same emphasis as he used with 'lass' - but it's deliberate, this time. He knows perfectly well the correct term for it is 'cyborg', but really doesn't care right about now. He's just about fed up with the whole thing.

"Well, robot or no, no lassie's a better fighter than a man." Jamie's not about to let some girl get better of him, even if she's got metal bits in her head.

"Really?" Tenaya asked. "And no human has ever gotten the best of me." Her brother didn't count--he was still part-machine too. And there was absolutely no way the Green Ranger counted--that was a lucky shot! So too was just about every other Power Ranger that had beaten her.

Just thinking about it was ticking her off more and more. "So, want to test that?" Right now, she really hoped he would.

That sounds like an excellent idea to Jamie. He steps out from behind the work table, drawing himself up to his full height - 5'7" or so - and juts his chin out defiantly.

"Aye. I think I would." He moves out to the most open area and drops into a crouch, fixing his eyes on her. Almost tauntingly, he calls out, "Whenever ye are ready, lass."

"Fine, human," Tenaya replied.

Normally, her opening salvo would involve rampant destruction, but she only wanted to teach Jamie a thing or two, not go for the kill--yet. She came at him, aiming a kick.

Rather than try and block the kick, Jamie goes to dodge instead. He's agile enough that he's able to get out of the way, although it's closer than he would like.

As soon as he's clear, he pivots and moves in, attempting both to close the gap so she can't get off another kick and grab her wrist at the same time.

Wrong wrist, Jamie. Once Tenaya felt him grab her, she detached her hand. His hold on her was high enough that she couldn't get free, but she could at least get her hand crawling up his arm.

Oddly, the robotic hand wasn't intent on actually hurting him, just trying to get him to let go. As infected as Tenaya's human side was, her machine side wasn't and was in survival mode: get free, get out of there, and figure out a way to cool down before she had to shut down.

Jamie is trying to pull Tenaya in for a judo-style throw when the hand detaches and starts skittering up his arm, which is a little startling and a lot irritating. Yes, she said she was part machine but he thinks that's a bit much - and it shows on his face.

It has the desired effect, though. Rather than trying to complete the throw, he goes to push her away from him - although he doesn't hold back on that and will try to shove as hard as he can in an attempt to send her sprawling.

Even if that doesn't work, once he lets go he's going to try and snatch the hand off of his arm and throw that, too.

Tenaya's hand went flying across the room and skittered off, as if to say, "Screw this, I'm outta here!"

Even without a hand, Tenaya could still fight. However, warning messages were flashing red in her vision, threatening to shut her down if she got too worked up.

She still had some sanity left in her, so she growled, "We'll finish this another time."

Part of him doesn't want to stop. It felt good to fight. But another part of him that isn't too far gone realizes that if they keep it up, Stacy's just going to separate them anyway, and Jamie doesn't really want to get any Violations. Or be the cause of another crew member getting Violations, even if they are quite possibly the most annoying crew member that Jamie's met since he woke up.

"Aye," he snapped. "We will."

Maybe somewhere in the city, where Stacy wouldn't see. Jamie stalks back over to the table that has the parts in it - although he's still very aware of her presence and ready to react if she decides to try and pull a fast one. To that effect, he reaches to grab the first piece of metal he thinks he'll be able to use as a weapon. It's a chip chaser, meant to remove chips and burrs from metal after drilling rivet holes.

Unfortunately, he grabs the wrong end. Gritting his teeth so he doesn't let on he's just cut himself, he turns the tool around so that he's holding it correctly and fixes Tenaya with a narrow-eyed look.

"Aren't ye leaving, then?"

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The stupid human had hurt himself trying to play tough. That made Tenaya feel a little better--just a little.

"Guess I was," she said.

She didn't need to put up with this any longer, and in any case, she had a hand to track down. That in itself was an annoyance and a half. Without a second look, she stormed out of the room.

Jamie waits until she's gone before he actually looks at his hand. He's annoyed that he cut himself, and more annoyed that she saw him. With the other hand, he undoes the kerchief he often wears around his neck and jerks it free, using it to bind the wound.

He tries to go back to sorting, but keeps getting more and more irritated. Finally, he decides he'll deal with it later and shoves everything back into the box before he, too, storms out.

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