"It's central, convenient. I can walk to work in seven minutes."

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((Closed RP for Fraser, Ray, and Starbuck. >.<))

Walking beside Ray down the Main Street of a place that was not actually Disneyland, Benton raised a hand to interrupt his partner.

"Ray, wait. Let me just... recap. To be sure I have this quite straight."

It wasn't that he didn't believe Ray, it was just that... well, yes, Benton supposed he was having a hard time believing the story. But Ray often accepted things he found strange or difficult to believe, simply because it was Benton who told him of it. It was only fair to make the effort in return.

"She put the gun against your head and pulled the trigger, and some invisible... magic force stopped the bullet from exiting the barrel, lifted her into the air, flung her halfway across the park and dumped her in a fountain. And the reason she tried to kill you is that she believes that you are one of a number of robots, who appear indistinguishable from humans and are bent on the destruction of her entire race. And the other denizens of the park seem to hold the opinion that she should be forgiven the attempted murder because of these admittedly rather horrifying circumstances. Oh, what about there?"

He paused to peer through the window of an empty shop. It looked... more or less like all the others. Well.

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Starbuck pointed in Sador's direction. "Her? She appeared out of nowhere! Showed up on my doorstep one day and never left. How the hell am I supposed to know what she's thinking?" She folded her arms across her chest. "Besides, last I checked, we didn't have dogs barking at Boomer before she shot the Old Man. Oh wait, that never would have happened anyway, because we don't employ the 'First Colonial Dog Squad' to discover and intercept cylons. But I am so glad that penguin worked out for you." What a frakking ridiculous idea.

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Ray shot her a don't make fun of the Mountie (even though he is completely unhinged, seriously, penguins? What?) At least it's not an Inuit story glare, and then leaned forward to beckon to Sador. "I-Am-An-Evil-Robot," he said, softly, in an extremely bad "mechanical" voice. "Where-Is-John-Connor?"

He stopped with his hands on his thighs and looked up at Starbuck from underneath his eyelashes. "You know what? If you can't even trust your own freaking dog, you've got more problems than...than I know how to deal with, okay? Besides, exactly what the heck do you think I'm gonna do around here?"

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The joke was unfortunately lost on Starbuck. Then again, it was probably just as well.

"I don't know, and you might not either. Which is why I have every reason to have more problems than you know how to deal with."

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Fraser looked askance at Ray during the attempt to impersonate a robot. Considering that she did in fact suspect him of being a robot, this didn't exactly seem the most prudent course of action.

"Perhaps, under the... rather unusual... circumstances, the best course of action might be simply that we make an attempt to stay out of your way Miss... Kara," he finally offered. "A gesture of good will... or at least an attempt to be less of an annoyance."

He glanced at Diefenbaker.

"I'd offer to make the same promise for my wolf, but... you see, he rarely listens to me."

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See, Fraser was still thinking in terms of being logical in arguing. Which, that was his thing, but Ray was all about random bitchiness pissiness saying what was on his mind in the moment, in order to cover up with cockiness his deep-seated uneasiness insecurities go with his instincts. And his instincts were saying, there wasn't anything they could do to persuade this chick, especially since...

"Wait, hold it, hang onto your racing horses, lady. Whattaya mean, I 'might not either'? You think that's the kinda thing that's likely to slip my mind, killing millions of people? Like, whoops, now you mention it, I'd completely forgotten I fit in that genocide in between my hair appointment and lunch at Sandor's Pizza?"

Screw goodwill. Ray was getting curious, now.