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Ray had a fairly disquieting thought earlier today and wound up spending most of the afternoon in his room. He comes downstairs in search of food and actual conversation, since let's face it, it's a mess up there.

[Summary: Martin Miggs comes around and talks to Ray about food. Because, well- FOOD. But not pixy sticks.

Scribble the baby raptor comes by with her toy! There is tug-of-war and then the rope is torn to bits, so Ray deploys one of his flashyballs and gets himself some protection against pointy bits, and then there is feeding time for the ickle Mesozoic deathbringer.

Lysistrata also pops up, and there is some discussion of things like rings and faked deaths and Spartan idiocy, and on the idiocy theme Ray reveals that he's currently having an envy/jealousy problem, and can't quite seem to get over it. Even though he knows it's stupid.

Scary scary Tim Hunter comes by to ask about borrowing a PKE meter. Ray is somewhat reluctant at first, but when he hears what happened to Ace, he hands the meter over without a quibble.

Hurley comes around to ask Ray what he knows about freakydeaky numbers and good / bad fortune combinations. Ray adds another item to his research queue as a result.

And finally, Akito turns up, and there is discussion of ID cards and communications gaps before Ray boggles a little at the name of Nergal Heavy Industries. Give the man a break, he's been studying Sumerian for the past week...]

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Ray pauses, his forkful of rice foo halfway to his mouth. "Um.... yeah," he says carefully. "You didn't kill someone, did you? Because I really don't have anything that gets blood out of white fabric without screwing up the cloth."

*Tim glances down at his sleeves.*

Oh. Huh, thought I was far enough away to avoid the spatter. oh well, I'll clean it later.

*Tim looks back up. His face seems rather calm for that admission.*

Can I borrow your PKE meter?

"... you, of all people, need a meter?" Ray chooses to focus on that rather than the implications of Tim's words. Regardless, he looks uneasy. "Are you trying to find someone, or do you just need an explosive for some reason? Because if it's the second, I can probably put something together that won't lose me the meter, but if it's the first, then probably, yeah."

Tracking.

*Tim rubs one gloved hand against his nose.*

The rat found a safe place. But I have his signature, and with your device, i can find him.

"I see."

Ray starts to reach for his belt; then he stops. "Answer me one question first. Just one, and then I'll stop.

"What did this guy do?"

*Tim scrunches up his face.*

He somehow managed to wipe Aces memory of Milliways.

Wordlessly, Ray hands over the meter.

*Tim smiles grimly as he pockets the meter.*

Thank you. I will try and return it in one piece.

"I appreciate that," Ray says. "Just make sure you get this done right, that's all I ask."

*Tim smiles. It's not a nice smile.*

He'll never see what hits him.

"Fair enough."