[ There's a lot going on here and the pause is Rye being momentarily unsure what to react to first. Is this person honestly trying to explain cyber crime to him? Does it matter that there's no way the stranger could know he's a hacker posing as a cyber crime specialist? Most certainly not.
Outing himself as a hacker is a bit over the top even for his ego, but given the circumstances (and he's still in a grumpy mood, too), he can't help himself. ]
Yes of course there's somebody looking. Why do you think devices are connected to a network if not for nefarious individuals waiting to steal somebody's entire identity from a quiz about a book?
[ Despite first impressions and a lot of sharp and pointy - in both his choice of words and his tone - Rye's actually a smidgen endeared at the idea of anybody living off grid... and a lot terrified by it.
It's the same kind of feeling as looking over edge of a cliff at a sheer drop. The idea isn't as far-fetched as maybe he'd have thought a handful of months ago, but it's certainly stirred something worthy of a weirdly wistful look. Eventually he comes back to himself and refocuses on the new question. ]
Well, isn't this so edgy.
[ He rolls his eyes as though he absolutely understands what's going on here. He doesn't, but he certainly thinks he does. ]
There's plenty of pleasure derived from scaring people. Where should we start? Righteous vindication? Slow and patient revenge? Perhaps because power feels good? I bet this tosser hasn't allowed enough in the character limit for us to put all of those in.
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Outing himself as a hacker is a bit over the top even for his ego, but given the circumstances (and he's still in a grumpy mood, too), he can't help himself. ]
Yes of course there's somebody looking. Why do you think devices are connected to a network if not for nefarious individuals waiting to steal somebody's entire identity from a quiz about a book?
[ Despite first impressions and a lot of sharp and pointy - in both his choice of words and his tone - Rye's actually a smidgen endeared at the idea of anybody living off grid... and a lot terrified by it.
It's the same kind of feeling as looking over edge of a cliff at a sheer drop. The idea isn't as far-fetched as maybe he'd have thought a handful of months ago, but it's certainly stirred something worthy of a weirdly wistful look. Eventually he comes back to himself and refocuses on the new question. ]
Well, isn't this so edgy.
[ He rolls his eyes as though he absolutely understands what's going on here. He doesn't, but he certainly thinks he does. ]
There's plenty of pleasure derived from scaring people. Where should we start? Righteous vindication? Slow and patient revenge? Perhaps because power feels good? I bet this tosser hasn't allowed enough in the character limit for us to put all of those in.