<strong>Tagged:</strong>Joy<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Titan, Wiggy's Room<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Wiggy may have been focused but she wasn’t completely unaware of her surroundings, a fact which caused her to shuffle uncomfortably as she felt Joy’s gaze upon her. She never did like being watched while she worked even if it did happen to elicit a pleasant prickle. She found it only distracted her from the task at hand which is why she almost sighed with relief when the racer refocused on the monitor. From that point as Joy made her instructions, Wiggy complied. She diverted shipments and bumped up their scheduled delivery times, the light of the monitor reflecting off her glasses as she set aside her energy bar and diligently worked at the modifications. Like Joy, she could see they were racing against the odds, and knew that they could probably do with any possible leg-up; even if underhanded.<br/><br/>Wiggy didn’t care so much about the legality as opposed to whether Aurora would give them permission, or not, to attempt a theft. The last thing the team needed was to be disqualified; they were already struggling on their meagre pay and had poured quite a bit of their funds into the current race. She found the work relaxing however and so kept all possible drawbacks to herself for the meantime, happy enough to simply go with the flow. A flow which came to an abrupt halt at the revelation around the corner, Avalon’s mom was alive and a stunned Wiggy couldn’t help but utter her name in complete disbelief...<br/><br/>The next few moments left the poor tech shocked and almost choking on her bar when Joy suddenly freaked out, her eyes widening as the racer heatedly tossed a box against the frosted door. A loud bang ensued as energy bars flew across the room with the technician unable to do much but gape in dismay. She had been expecting something along the lines of a pleased reaction, maybe even a tentative one, but nothing with so much aggression. And then it hit her,<strong>“Oh god, you didn’t know!”</strong>At that moment, Wiggy would have given anything to simply melt from the current plane of existence, to disappear and be forgotten, an urge motivated faintly by fear but mostly by the heart-wrenching sight before her. The angry clenched fists and tearful shaking head was such a sharp departure from the shy, pleasant, girl she had known.<br/><br/>With all the strength her courage could muster, Wiggy shakily stood from her seat, her eyes glancing anxiously at the exit before returning to the pained racer. The temptation to make a hasty retreat was ever present while only growing stronger as she nervously chewed at her lower lip and tentatively reached out, with the knot in her chest reaching its tightest when her hand hovered just above Joy’s shoulder. She withdrew only slightly at the thought of sharing the fate of the CLIF bar box but finally, with a breath for courage, Wiggy took the plunge and gently gripped Joy’s shoulder in a show of reassurance.<br/><br/><strong>“Joy, I’m so sorry, I thought your father had told you,”</strong>she started to explain only for her voice to falter as she continued,<strong>”B-but, this is good news, right? We’ve had feelers out for some time, trying to find her, and now- now that we have, w-we can finally bring her back! We could even try snatch a bit of that technology you wanted, just give the word and we can load up and head out.”</strong>Wiggy wasn’t the type to grab a gun and raid a heavily secured garage but… the situation demanded a few exceptions. With her free hand she nervously adjusted her glasses, her features teetering between a wince and an expectant gaze as she watched and waited for Joy’s reaction.