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WHO:

theheterodyne
WHERE: Spark Roast
WHEN: Whenever works
SUMMARY: Spies need caffeine to keep as active as they do, so where better to go than a coffee shop? Plus, strange gadgets ftw
WARNINGS: Science, gadgets, caffeine. All very offensive stuff
FORMAT: Whatever :D

Caffeine is known to make the world go round, not to mention keep active business types running through their long days and nights. And really, James Bond could easily be mistaken for a flashy British businessman, well dressed and efficient as he is, wearing easy smiles and expensive suits.

He's settled himself off to one corner of the coffee shop, typing away on the latest Sony laptop between idle staring that seems to be little more than people watching. It takes some time for him to even notice he's run low on coffee, considering his options before eventually choosing upon leaving everything on the table and heading over to the till (no one will try stealing his unattended laptop, not unless they want to have several broken limbs).

James almost gets around to ordering another black coffee for himself, before being entirely distracted by a small... well, it seems like a robot thing of sorts, which naturally has his attention within seconds because Bond is a gadget nut.

Just... give him a second while he tries poking it.

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While he's poking at that 'bot, there's a soft sound like a miniature train, and another small 'bot appears at his side with a fresh pot of coffee to top him off. Endless refills on plain ol' black coffee, on the house.

Cause that's how the shop owner rolls.

The 'bot he's snagged looks up at him curiously, waving its little arms.

Endless refills might be exactly why James is already considering coming back at least a few more times. He may be well off but he's not one to turn down free stuff. Plus the weird little bot things. Seems this city still has a few surprises to provide, even with the super powers and impressive technology.

The refill 'bot gets a distracted 'thank you', while Bond's busy reaching to pick up the waving one to take a closer look, already taking to fiddling curiously and turning it upside down.

It makes an indignant noise when he turns it upside down, a series of clicks and whistles. And flails its arms and legs a bit, which catches the attention of its maker.

"Have an eye for gadgets, do you?" She's at the side of his table with her hands on her hips and a raised eyebrow.

It's just a damn good job is not easily explodable by his standards, otherwise Bond would have had half the place up in flames by now. Unintentionally, of course, but he has a habit of unintentional destruction.

The voice gets a slight eyebrow raise, but very little more by ways of a reaction, "Just a simple curiosity. Yours, I take it?" He's not letting go just yet.

"Yes, I built it. Enjoying your coffee, Mr. Bond?" Customer service with a smile, even though she really wanted to grab her dingbot from his hand.

"It's perfectly adequate, yes, thank you," he answers, yet still ignores his refilled cup. At least he's finally placing the 'bot back down, even if he's still frowning curiously at it. "What does it do?"

"Oh, that one in particular keeps an eye on the shop and lets me know if anything needs cleaning and whatnot," she replies with another smile.

"I have quite a few different kinds, after all."

"They're impressively compact for what they can do..."

Still eyeing up the little guy. He'll start trying to fiddle again in a minute if Agatha isn't careful.

The 'little guy' toddles off to hop on the minirail system and out of Bond's reach, actually.

"Mmm, well, you might like some of the ones I keep in my workshop better."

Awww, bye bye amusing gadget. Bond will miss you. Until his mind is distracted by more shiny, at least.

"There's more?"

"Oh, yes. I have a workshop in back."

She smirked, then. He'd have to ask nicely to see it.

But Bond isn't used to asking nicely. He's used to just taking. "Can I see it?"

"I suppose it couldn't hurt, as long as you can manage not to get yourself killed by anything. Come on back, if you want."

She's reasonably sure that any of the dangerous stuff is out of the way. Hopefully.

Wow. That was easy. Even if he has met her once already and acknowledges she seems to own a genuine business, James is still mildly suspicious of that. But still, he's always got his gun on him in this city and if this kills him then... well, the proof of 'curiosity killed the cat' would be backed.

"I will. Thank you." Death risk of not, he is totally all over this.

She's a very easygoing person, is all. And is quite sure that she can handle just about any problem he could throw at her. That's what gatling stun lasers are for, after all, and she's got one on or near her at all times. Really.

She nods to him, then gestures towards the "Employees Only" door behind the counter.

"Shall we?"

"We shall."

Bond's heading straight for the door. He's fine to invite himself into it, although he's got a hand resting easily at his hip where his gun is hidden away behind his waistband.

He can go through that door, and behind it is a hallway with some employee-related rooms. An office, walk in freezer, walk in fridge, that sort of thing. At the end of the hall is another door, marked Do Not Enter. It has no knob, and doesn't appear to be a door for pushing...

She's following behind him. The hand at his hip is interesting; he must have a weapon there. Silly man, Agatha's a nice mad scientist.

By the time they've reached that door, James is stepping aside for her to enter first, smiling pleasantly because he's just that damn polite. "Ladies first."

"A gentleman, are you?" She smiles up at him, then hums something, the sound itself a strange multi-toned thing that shouldn't be able to come from a human throat.

The door swings open, and she steps through.

"Always," he retorts lightly, though then entirely distracted by not only the humming, but the opening door. Of course he follows her straight through. There's far too much of interest to not.

"How charming," she remarks with the same amount of lightness.

The workshop is impeccably organized, all of her tools (some of which are quite odd) in their places. Several large workbenches are off to the left, with some partly-finished gadgets on them.

In the far corner of the workshop, a very large thing (like, say, half a mech) is covered with a sheet, and in the center is a helicopter in the middle of being rebuilt.

Someone is quite busy.

The second he's walked in, Bond has his attention all over the place, gaze darting between all the objects, tools, projects and everything else.

"Looks like you're a busy woman," he says, approaching a nearby workbench and picking up what he assumes is something half finished and trying to work out what the hell it does, or will do.

"I am, yes, but it's a good kind of busy," she replies, raising her eyebrows at his curiosity. It was a good thing for them both that it wasn't one of the explosive ones.

Just to keep said explosive and potentially dangerous stuff out of his hands, she hums a short order to some of her 'bots, which whisk those items away. No sense blowing anything up just yet, right?

As it was, the one he was playing with? Beeps warningly three times, then partly unfolds itself into what looks like a scanner of some sort. As stated, it's not done yet.

There's some distraction from the 'bots that start clearing away a few of the items, which James is trying to get a look at just in case they're something of interest that he's going to miss his chance of playing with. But then whatever he's holding beeps several times and he's straight back to staring at it.

Despite the clear warning the noise provides, Bond seems to have absolutely no concern that said item in his hands might be any danger. Sometimes his self-preservation skills are absolutely appalling.

"What do you make all these for?"

He was going to give her headaches, she just knew it.

"Well, some are on commission, such as the beastie over there.." Here she gestured at the helicopter. "But most of them are for me, from my own ideas."