[When the Sniper's done, she sits there picking through the remains of breakfast with her fork. She's still trying to process all that he's told her, but it is a lot to handle. Things like drones, the Mayor, Lucy Smith, milk...

Wait. Her fork hovered over the plate as the realisation suddenly sank in. If what the Sniper was saying was true, that she was in a simulation of some sort, and that she was supposed to play the role of the "housewife"...]

Does...does this mean I'm your...wife?

[The last words comes out as practically a squeak. The Administrator was so going to kill her; instead of being friends, she was now somehow married instead! ]

Oh, ok. That's...that's a big relief. Not that you wouldn't make a good, umm, husband, I guess, but you know the company policy. No friendships allowed between civilian staff and mercenaries. I don't want to think what the Administrator will do to the both of us if this ever got out, alternate reality or not! And thanks for the offer. But where do you sleep then?

So, there are more BLUs than REDs than? How has that worked out for all of you?

(She's doing to be careful about this; in such close proximity of all the other mercenaries, there's a real danger she might grow attached to them. Especially the RED Sniper, seeing as they would be living together.)

Unofficial ceasefire. Right.

(She wonders whether she should comment on the whole "no best-buds" thing between the teams, but for now she decides she'll hold her tongue and wait it out. Besides, it would make it easier for all of them to get out if they weren't busy trying to blow each other up on a daily basis.)

Well, thanks very much for the meal. I'll do the dishes, it's only fair that we share the chores, seeing as we're living in the same house now.

(She picks up the plates and starts clearing up the table)

So, how long have you been here, Mr Mundy? It sounds like you've been here for quite a while.

A year and a half!? But you haven't been gone that long back in...I guess you'd call it our world.

(She looks a lot happier, now that she's figured out time isn't the same in Mayfield as it is back home. Looks like she's saved from answering the Administrator.)

You're not too shabby, Mr Mundy. RED picks only the best out of the best.

Seeing as it's possible that I'll be stuck here for a long time, is there anything I can do in Mayfield?

A job? (She thinks about that carefully. She would like one, to be honest. She couldn't imagine just being a stay-at-home sort of person, with nothing to do. Plus, maybe a job would keep her out of the house, and hopefully away from the RED Sniper. That way she wouldn't get too close to him. Hopefully.) I'll head into town later and take a look around.

(She finishes the last few dishes and dries then before putting them onto the rack. When the Sniper mentions guns, her eyes light up immediately.)

You wouldn't happen to have a Colt Single Action Army revolver, would you? It's a single action revolver with six cartridges. Something like the RED Spies Ambassador, but it packs a stronger punch.

(Her smile widens slightly. No one other than her father had ever complimented her on her gun-wielding abilities before. In fact she'd often get scolded by her numerous aunts back home that such un-feminine behavior.)

Thank you very much Mr Mundy. The Colt isn't too difficult a revolver to use though, to be honest. I mean, it is a single action gun, so it's simple enough to just cock the hammer back and pull the trigger.

I'll definitely check it out though. Thanks again for your help.

(She heads over to the living room towards the designated cabinet. At the sight of all those firearms, she knew she was going to find it difficult to pick. However, she still went for the Colt; she did use one back home for any of the "other" duties that the Administrator had for her, so she was more comfortable with it. That was not to say though, that she was mighty tempted with the Smith & Wesson models that the Sniper had. Maybe he'll let her switch guns later? She picks up the Colt and opens the loading gate.)

How did you even get these guns? Does Mayfield have a place that sells them?

There's a gun store in Mayfield? (She runs a finger over the cold steel of the revolver, before she pockets the firearm).

Interesting...

I think I might head out and explore the town, just to get my bearings. I should be back in time to make lunch though, so is there anything you'd particularly like?

I see...would you mind picking up a gun for me then, when I have the money for it? I'll get a job to pay for it, but I'm just going to need someone to do the buying for me.

(She writes down the address.) OK, I'll see you there then at 12, Mr.Mundy.