Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-25686329-20150512225758

The Yankee mad an implacable, yet highly expressive noise, accompanied by something that was a little too bored to be a smile.

Opening his coat, he procured a wrench and a few valves.

"Grimm flushed my sever data and put up a new Firewall." He said, tapping something into his MirrorPhonewith the other hand. "Made my hacks a friggin' chore... so I made sure he'd never be able to flush a very different way."

He returned the wrench to his jacket. "Bastard's office is probably flooded by now."

"Anyway, I'd like to say I was invited here but... wasn't; I finished up my 'business' down here, heard the noise, and..."

He glanced down at Sobek, who twitched slightly.

"...Yeah. Was Esmee gonna stick around here, or...?"

Yankee didn't mind Hook's bosun, in fact, he rather liked the way she referred to him as 'Mr. Yankee'. However, there was a certain degree of 'smothering-ness' that the girl brought to the table that could grate on the Yankee's nerves at times.