She chewed her way through the rest of her burger at warp speed, rather than dignifying his apparent amusement with a response. Left with only fries and slivers of abandoned onions, she finally shook her head at him, red hair bobbing over her shoulders.
"No, you don't have to. Unless it's part of your cover. It's...my fault," Alex ground out slowly. Not an apology, but a concession. And truth, because she had just jumped down his throat without a good reason, felt bad despite his apparent amusement, and couldn't let him shoulder the blame. If they were going to be working together--if he was supposed to keep her temper in check so she didn't get DEAD--he needed to know how she ticked in action, and that wasn't going to be in a file. It was good he was figuring it out now--though the way things were going she had serious doubts he'd unravel her expected responses before it was time to load up. She kept her voice low, occasionally obscuring her mouth with a hand or a napkin or more food to keep prying eyes from listening in. Lipreading was not one of her skills, but she'd known others with it--or with the tech gizmos to translate.
"Too many things have me off-balance today. Work secrets, you, the giant-ass cargo hold they're setting up for heavens-know-what, too many guards, posh passengers I can't trail after. I'll settle down once things settle in, up here." Alex absently tapped her temple with a french fry, then her face scrunched and she dabbed the spot with a fresh napkin. "Maybe once I get used to you, too? I don't interact much beyond tasking in my position, and usually have a nice delay to rethink what I'm about to say before I press the button to send it home. Also generally, I try to avoid things that bring any attention to my freckles." Which, in his presence, made her feel like they'd be on parade unless she was in the belly of the ship, safely tinkering away.
Ground rules. She would not be baited by the end of that sentence...she wouldn't. Gods, he had to be thinking she was a total flake. Alex glanced around the room, breathing steadily to cool the slight warmth in her cheeks, and dropped her gaze to the remaining fries, wondering if she had room still for them to fit. "All right. One: Don't go off on any extra side missions. Without me. Telling me. I don't like to worry and an extra person to keep tabs on means I will. It makes me...antsy."
"No, you don't have to. Unless it's part of your cover. It's...my fault," Alex ground out slowly. Not an apology, but a concession. And truth, because she had just jumped down his throat without a good reason, felt bad despite his apparent amusement, and couldn't let him shoulder the blame. If they were going to be working together--if he was supposed to keep her temper in check so she didn't get DEAD--he needed to know how she ticked in action, and that wasn't going to be in a file. It was good he was figuring it out now--though the way things were going she had serious doubts he'd unravel her expected responses before it was time to load up. She kept her voice low, occasionally obscuring her mouth with a hand or a napkin or more food to keep prying eyes from listening in. Lipreading was not one of her skills, but she'd known others with it--or with the tech gizmos to translate.
"Too many things have me off-balance today. Work secrets, you, the giant-ass cargo hold they're setting up for heavens-know-what, too many guards, posh passengers I can't trail after. I'll settle down once things settle in, up here." Alex absently tapped her temple with a french fry, then her face scrunched and she dabbed the spot with a fresh napkin. "Maybe once I get used to you, too? I don't interact much beyond tasking in my position, and usually have a nice delay to rethink what I'm about to say before I press the button to send it home. Also generally, I try to avoid things that bring any attention to my freckles." Which, in his presence, made her feel like they'd be on parade unless she was in the belly of the ship, safely tinkering away.
Ground rules. She would not be baited by the end of that sentence...she wouldn't. Gods, he had to be thinking she was a total flake. Alex glanced around the room, breathing steadily to cool the slight warmth in her cheeks, and dropped her gaze to the remaining fries, wondering if she had room still for them to fit. "All right. One: Don't go off on any extra side missions. Without me. Telling me. I don't like to worry and an extra person to keep tabs on means I will. It makes me...antsy."
Dreams come in a size too big so we can grow into them.
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