That amount of getting friendly gets a little more of a reaction, a cant of the head back down at her and a momentary pause where he weighs the pros and cons of just tugging her over into his lap and speeding this creeping over along. (Sorry, Sigma.) Hell, the clinging is doing a hell of a lot more good than the food at this point. He settles for shifting to set her haul by his feet so he can hook an arm over the chair behind her instead and commit to the general slump.
Her voice is tight with real anger—which is not common, and not lost on him. And not at all unreasonable, given the circumstances. (And now that he's thinking a little more clearly, he can't help but do the unkind math on the worst case scenario for someone like Ramir. Superpowered, bulletproof, and sick. It's not like she's got a kryptonite as far as he can tell.)
It leaves a sharp and sour taste in his mouth, a sharp spike of dread in his blood. If nothing else, it's motivating.]
You could take it up with HR, but I don't think they're gonna hear it.
[This whole mess hasn't done wonders for his opinion on ALASTAIR's approach to chucking field agents into the wild willy nilly. And it wasn't very high to begin with.]
Working theory right now seems to be that it's more of an extraterrestrial problem than a local one. Wish I could tell you I had it all worked out already, but I guess I'm a little out of practice.
[Or, y'know, a little distracted. But directing that anger toward something sure would be nice right about now.]
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That amount of getting friendly gets a little more of a reaction, a cant of the head back down at her and a momentary pause where he weighs the pros and cons of just tugging her over into his lap and speeding this creeping over along. (Sorry, Sigma.) Hell, the clinging is doing a hell of a lot more good than the food at this point. He settles for shifting to set her haul by his feet so he can hook an arm over the chair behind her instead and commit to the general slump.
Her voice is tight with real anger—which is not common, and not lost on him. And not at all unreasonable, given the circumstances. (And now that he's thinking a little more clearly, he can't help but do the unkind math on the worst case scenario for someone like Ramir. Superpowered, bulletproof, and sick. It's not like she's got a kryptonite as far as he can tell.)
It leaves a sharp and sour taste in his mouth, a sharp spike of dread in his blood. If nothing else, it's motivating.]
You could take it up with HR, but I don't think they're gonna hear it.
[This whole mess hasn't done wonders for his opinion on ALASTAIR's approach to chucking field agents into the wild willy nilly. And it wasn't very high to begin with.]
Working theory right now seems to be that it's more of an extraterrestrial problem than a local one. Wish I could tell you I had it all worked out already, but I guess I'm a little out of practice.
[Or, y'know, a little distracted. But directing that anger toward something sure would be nice right about now.]