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“Oddly, I don’t have a hard time picturing you on a farm. It’ll make going on our date a little difficult though, unless you expect me to take a tablet out on a date. Or were you about to ask me to come with you?” Amelia answered with a smile and a laugh ignoring his attempts to change the subject. If people didn’t already think she was weird and anti-social that would certainly be the way to get them to do so. Of course she was a little upset over the idea of him leaving to go live in the country side and felt a bit like he was abandoning her, but it wasn’t like she owned him or anything. They weren’t dating and she still hadn’t managed to riddle out why he had been so kind to her in the first place. Where would she be now if he hadn’t have brought her back to the resistance after Adrian had told her to leave? “You only say that because you haven’t seen the rest of it. Besides we have a little time to kill.”

"Oh, l see how it is. You're only keeping me around for my talents. Here I thought it was my charming personality." Amelia gave him a grin before taking a slightly more serious tone. "But I thought the farming was going to be human powered instead of machine powered?" Or that was what she had taken away from his description of it anyway. Going back to working on farm equipment wasn't an idea that immediately thrilled her, but she didn't exactly have any future plans at the moment and her options were kind of limited in a Sybil free year. "Well in that case, what would you like to do until the funeral?" She figured there were better things they could be doing than standing awkwardly in the entrance way of her house.

“Has a man ever been so blessed?” She asked will with a grin “I suppose I had assumed you would use an irrigation system manually controlled and have people do the soil testing rather than machines.” Amelia commented nonchalantly. What was the right amount of machines? They were certainly more efficient and in many cases made everyone’s lives easier, but if they weren’t careful they would end up right where they had started and everything the Resistance had fought for would be lost. It was a question for their council to decide in the end, though she imagined everyone had their own opinions on the subject. “I suppose we are both still learning to live in a Sybil free world. Well we could go see if there is anything left of my old secret lab.” She offered as a suggestion.

Amelia gave a sort of shrug at Will’s questions. “The Resistance set it up for me. Made sure Sybil couldn’t find it as long as I didn’t lead it there. As for getting there, well I had an easier time than most sneaking about I think. Not that Sybil trusted me, but I knew how most of its systems worked.” Even wondering into the sub-levels she had a pretty good idea she was going to be caught, but protests had been ignored and orders reiterated. Maybe that was why the old Director was so adamant about her rescue. Adrian had seemed to find the information she brought back of little worth. It all didn’t matter now she tried to remind herself. What was done was done. So she forced a smile and gestured for Will to lead the way out the door while slipping on a pair of black high heeled shoes to go with the rest of her attire. “You already did once, when you came to babysit me while the rest were fighting.” She explained. Whether or not Sybil had been too preoccupied to strip it at the time was another question.

“I certainly hope there is less gun fire away.” Amelia admitted as she followed him out to the truck, pausing only long enough to close and lock the door behind her. Will opening the truck door for her caught her a little off guard, mostly because he had never done so in the past, so she hesitated a little before getting in. “Thank you Will.” She said as she did so, after all it was not unappreciated just unexpected. She waited until he got in himself before asking. “Do you remember where it is?”

“How did you find it in the first place?” She asked him in a teasing manner. Things had been different the first time around, with an all-out war about to begin. They had to play their rolls in order to fool Sybil. One wrong word or some tip off that they wanted it download the virus and everything would have been lost. Amelia opened her mouth to ask if Will knew about the ploy before Adrian sent him after her or not, but thought better of it. He hadn’t been exactly thrilled the last time she brought the dead leader up and doubted he would this time around. Instead she directed him towards the neighbourhood before asking. “How are the people taking their new Sybil free existence?”

"I suppose having the lights back on will help settle the rich. We could work on getting the domestic bots online as well. Still they can choose now. What ever job they want, not just the one Sybil assigned them. Or even something as simple as what to eat." Always the one to look for a solution to a problem, she was technically one of those rich people Will spoke of. Though admittedly it sounded like he really wasn't interested in the situation as a whole. "So....... what do you plan to do with your free time out on this farm of yours?" She asked, struggling to find something to discuss without the battle to worry about and Will's apparent apathy about anything that happened now.