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Well,

(The audio turns over to video. He nods at this. So far, so good. He managed to turn it on and he managed to change it over to video without much thought or time wasted. He found himself relieved that this thing wasn't that different than what he was using in the Hab. He then messes with the walkie-talkie-like thing. a bit more before placing it just far enough back that whoever ended up watching this wouldn't get a nice view of his nostrils.

Because no one wants that. Unless they have some sort of insane fetish and he really hopes no one here does. Then the view goes to his eye, then his forehead as the viewer hears the rustling of the paper which the instructions were on. Mark mumbles a few times and the view switches violently to his chest, his hand, then his full face.

He shrugs and gives a slightly cheeky grin as an "apology" of sorts.)

Let's see here... good. Everything seems good. Alright then.

(He pauses then decides to start introducing himself.)

So, I'm Mark Watney and until now- I was kind of screwed over and more or less left for dead on Mars. And now I'm still stuck in space, but I'm no longer on Mars. (Here's a sort of sarcastic joke disappointment.) Hey...I guess. And no, I'm not bullshitting anyone about this. Though, maybe that antenna did a better job than I thought at putting a hole through me and my suit and I'm actually dead...

(A pause. Wow, what a downer.)

So, uh...I guess I went from the frying pan (okay, there wasn't any sort of real flames involved, though I did get an antenna through me - don't recommend, do not put that on our bucket list), to a red rusting desert freezer, to an abandoned piece of human civilization...to going to sleep for the night so deal with whatever that was...to waking up here in some weird thing...and well, necklaces and cool new hardware aside, I'm not really that impressed right now.

So, if anyone's around, mind tellin' me what's going on here?

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Different things. [One thing that came fairly easily to Jason, probably because of his extensive training if he analyzed the idea, was pretending.] I worked on a fishing boat for a while. [Two weeks counts as "a while", right?] Rented scooters. [Helping Marie in her shop also counted, right?]

You worked on a fishing boat and then rented scooters... well, can't say your life got boring or anything...

(Yes, Jason. Yes. Those things count. Both of those examples count. The "two weeks on a fishing boat" part is iffy, however, Mark isn't a stickler about that sort of thing.)

So, basically...you're some sort of jack of all trades?

...something like that, yeah. [He nods and gives a slight smile.] I worked on the boat because the fishermen found me. They gave me a little money to get started once we made port.

That's nice of them to do. They seriously didn't have to do that. So, what did you do from there? Go straight to renting scooters?

It's a long story. I met a woman at the consulate who was having trouble with her Visa.

You met a woman at the consulate who was having trouble with her visa? (He frowns. Some guys have all the luck.)

So, what happened after that?

We took a road trip to Paris.

So, you just met this girl then went on a road trip...like the same day? What the...

(A pause.)

Alright, where do you get your girl skills from and can I have lessons?

[That actually gets a slight chuckle from Jason.]

It's easy. Offer them 20,000 dollars to take you to Paris, half up front.

You what.

You seriously had that kind of money to just pay for a ride somewhere? You some billionaire or something?

...Are you Batman?

Yeah, I did. They found me with a Swiss bank account number. That's...all I had on me when they fished me out of the Mediterranean.

[He pauses for a moment.]

...even if I was Batman, I wouldn't tell you.

A Swiss bank account number? Okaaaaay. That's just weird. So, you had access to god only knows how much money... like enough you just throw any insane amount at someone and they'd have to take it?

(Mark pauses at that and frowns.)

Oh, come on...that's something Batman would say!

[He was quiet for just a moment before responding.]

I never said it wasn't weird, but needless to say, I cleaned it out. [He'd left the gun behind, but there was no way for Mark to know that.]

... And yeah, maybe it is.

Damn, you took everything? Sounds like you were set for life to me. (Mark then pauses and scoffs.) Maybe? It totally is and you know it.

I had a lot of travelling to do, or so I thought.

[No, he really did.]

Maybe.

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