<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/zB1pHVO.jpg?1)</div><br/>Smoothly wiping her mouth with a paper napkin, Jackson absorbs all the information that Imre has provided her-- and somehow she seems to catch it all.  Her eyes dart around, flick to her tablet in one hand, turn to the paper-wrapped frybread that she seems to be thoroughly enjoying, but she keeps returning her gaze to him, and her bright eyes dance in appreciation of his looks though she nods succinctly at each point.  One would think her incredibly rude to divide her attention so, if she weren't doing it incredibly effectively.<br/><br/>At the last bit, she smiles with understanding.  "... and in 2019, meta-powered humans might be gods."  She shrugs, glances aside.  "Or devils, unfortunately."  She balls up the paper napkin and walks to the front of the vehicle, tossing it into a bin by the stand and speaking a quick, friendly farewell to the stand owner in Spanish.<br/><br/>At the car with its deeply-tinted windows, she starts the engine again.  "As far as what they'll pay-- I texted and there's some discussion.  I mean, I'm trying to push for more, but they said they would pre-authorize a<i>per diem</i>of two-hundred to your debit card, and once they process the paperwork it'd be something like two thousand per day, plus expenses.  Don't ask how they got your bank account."  She then shuts something off in her mind-- or something-- like she hits a switch, or refocuses, but whatever it is, her eyes glaze over for the briefest moment, and when she turns her gaze back to him, Imre can tell she's no longer thinking about four things at once.  She's focusing her attention entirely on him.  "I'm sorry if I seem rude sometimes, like I'm not listening, or paying attention.  I realize that can be strange for people, but, I'm... kind of weird that way."<br/><br/>She shrugs, looks a little sheepish, then gestures toward his pocket-- if he is carrying a phone.  "Call whoever you need.  Your father, maybe?  Girlfriend?  Any colleagues or anyone you want to touch base.  I'm sorry to rip you away from your life like this."  She starts the car, and heads further on the road, leaving the city's sprawl behind in a gradual thinning of buildings and spreading of desert vistas and broad, clear skies.<br/><br/>*<br/><br/>((They'll wind through the desert on their way to her test range near Tat Momoli.  Once they're far enough from the city, she opens the throttle and engages a set of signal lights on the car to indicate official business.  Soon, they're driving over a hundred and twenty miles per hour down long stretches, making incredible time.  Their next stop will be at one of the few active hangars on the abandoned base she uses... where her helicopter waits.  Of course, Imre will be invited to take a bit of time to relax, first, and if he needs anything before the trip, he needs only to ask.  They'll then fly to the remote site where a military and FBI base-camp has been set up around multiple acres of desert land.))