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[notfaking_it]

She's not nervous, not exactly, but this isn't how she expected it to be. Going inside -- or whatever it is they call it -- was something she always thought she'd do with Eames, but he's gone now and Neil knows more about the machine than she does. More than anyone else in Darrow, she imagines.

So she's not nervous, but it doesn't feel like she imagined it would. Eames isn't here, which is different enough, but it's more than that, too. She isn't sure what to expect. She's excited, but uncertain.

"So how does this work?" she asks, leaning her chin on her hands as she looks at Neil. "Eames only gave me the basics, so I'm completely in your hands here." Not that she minds. She trusts him.

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[notfaking_it]

"And if I get bored, I can just find someone to kill me," she says, as if that doesn't sound absolutely terrifying in a way. It might not actually be a big deal, but she's seen herself being stabbed one too many times already, even if it never really happened. "So a full hour for five minutes. Jesus, that's one hell of a way to get in a lot of experiences in as little time possible."

[likeaplanet]

"Putting a bullet in your own head does the trick, if the idea of it doesn't freak you out too much," I say, pulling her lead closer and moving to carefully slip the needle into her vein.

"It does make things a little easier, yeah. We got fuckin' jobs, we don't got time to fuck around down there all day."

[notfaking_it]

She watches with interest as Neil slips the needle into her arm, surprised by how easy it is. "The idea does freak me out a little," she admits, trying to imagine killing herself, even knowing she'd wake up from it. It's a hard thing to shake, the thought that she'd really die, and she's not sure she'd be able to go through with it.

"I'm sure I won't get bored, so it won't be a problem," she decides.