"Basically," Ira agrees. "I don't even know what his problem is, it's not like-"

"Were you even supposed to be working today?"

Ira's silence is probably telling.

"Deskyl wants to spar with you, if you need something to do."

Ira's quiet for a moment. "Well, got nothing better to do. We can use one of the warehouses we cleared last night, I doubt they'll have new tenants yet."

"Will I be able to join you?" she asks, as she moves to wake the Sith.

"...Can you wear clothes?"

"Yes, if they're not too warm."

Ira pulls out a lightweight hoody and lightweight trousers. "Keep the hood up and no-one will look twice."

"Thank you."

Deskyl stirs and, after a brief exchange, helps the robot dress herself, and then they can go.

"She wants to know if you'd be interested in a plasma dagger, like her sword," DZ conveys, after a few minutes' walk.

"-That. Would likely be useful," he agrees carefully, obviously still wary of intentions and prices.

    "She thinks so, yes. It'll take a little while; you'll need to grow the focusing crystal, and she might need to make a custom battery for it. But it'll suit your strengths better than what you're using now, she says."

He snorts. "Yeah. Stakes are kinda traditional, and I'm a bit leery of trying to source a broadsword."

    "You would benefit from something with more reach."

"Perhaps," Ira agrees with a shrug. "I can use a sword, I just don't have one."

Deskyl nods.

    "She believes you. But only very small plasma weapons are safe for people without telekinesis."

"-Yeah, that seems likely. And telekinesis is not something that comes in the Slayer powerset."

    "You do well with what you do have, though. Mostly, she says - it looks like you were trained for a little less strength than you have now."

"Yeah, the strength upgrade comes with being a Slayer. Strength, increased speed, better reflexes, better senses, god awful nightmares..."

    "Does Shin help with those?"

"Harder with me. The nightmares are sometimes warnings apparently? Prefer not to get side-swiped."

    "Deskyl can help with that, probably. She wouldn't stop you from having the dreams, just from being upset during them."

"-I'll think about it. Here we are."

He pushes the door to the warehouse open.

And in they go. Deskyl takes a moment to check for inhabitants, first thing.

Unless you count a handful of pigeons nesting in the rafters. There's certainly no other humans or humanoids.

Ira puts his ever-present satchel down on one of the boxes, and sheds his jacket as well.

Deskyl left her cloak at the motel, so she's ready to go. She takes a position in the middle of the empty floor and bows to Ira.