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Dale wasn’t going to trail after Surge like a lost puppy, but uncomfortable silence filled the space between him, Smith, and the beefy guy.
“So,” the beefy guy said. “My name’s Dean. Dean Leslie.”
“Dale,” Dale said.
“Dale.” Smith offered a hand. “I’m Uri Smith.”
“Nice to meet you,” Dale said. There, a conversation was moving, sort of.
“What do you think of the whole Git thing?” Smith said.
Dale shrugged. “I’m not part of SkyBSD, just a user. How they run it is their choice.” That’s a great way to keep a conversation going, dude. Are you trying to drive it into a ditch?
“Surge sounded like he wanted to bring you in,” Leslie said.
“I can’t see that happening,” Dale said. “It’s nice, but—no.”
“Haven’t seen you here before,” Leslie said. “Your first time?”
“Yep,” Dale said. “I’m
