You don't have to call me that, you know. I'm not your boss anymore.
[ Said quietly, eyes still boring into the contents of her coffee cup. Whether York has noticed her attention or not is besides the point; it's one thing to tease with it deliberately. Her self control is better than this, it's embarassing for it to be slipping so much..
She hadn't felt that hungry when he'd first mentioned food, but there's an almost painful rumble of her stomach when the scent of heated chicken wafts her way, and she looks up with a thankful smile when their knees knock. ]
If anyone could cause it to happen, it would be them.
[seriously. they're like. magnets for chaos. or something. The first burrito is picked up and, well.
It's not inhaled in one go, she has more manners than that. But it doesn't take long for her to devour it. Epsilon flickers a little at York's question but doesn't reply, but he's rather clearly focused on Carolina. It's unusual for him not to be a chatterbox here, but this isn't about him. She licks off her fingers slowly as she considers her answer, before releasing a deep breath. One she hadn't realised she was holding. ]
We found him, in the end. The man-- not the Director. He was long gone. Too late for that. [again. yet she doesn't sound bitter. a little distant, but focused.] Just an old man stuck in the past, unable to let things go.
[her voice trails a moment, as she reaches for a second burrito, but not yet biting into it, turning it in her hands.]
..I walked away.
[She sounds oddly...proud? Of that fact?
"You left him your pistol," her AI-partner points out, earning a flat look.]
Yes. I did. [and it's not hard to figure out what he probably did with it.]
no subject
[ Said quietly, eyes still boring into the contents of her coffee cup. Whether York has noticed her attention or not is besides the point; it's one thing to tease with it deliberately. Her self control is better than this, it's embarassing for it to be slipping so much..
She hadn't felt that hungry when he'd first mentioned food, but there's an almost painful rumble of her stomach when the scent of heated chicken wafts her way, and she looks up with a thankful smile when their knees knock. ]
If anyone could cause it to happen, it would be them.
[seriously. they're like. magnets for chaos. or something. The first burrito is picked up and, well.
It's not inhaled in one go, she has more manners than that. But it doesn't take long for her to devour it. Epsilon flickers a little at York's question but doesn't reply, but he's rather clearly focused on Carolina. It's unusual for him not to be a chatterbox here, but this isn't about him. She licks off her fingers slowly as she considers her answer, before releasing a deep breath. One she hadn't realised she was holding. ]
We found him, in the end. The man-- not the Director. He was long gone. Too late for that. [again. yet she doesn't sound bitter. a little distant, but focused.] Just an old man stuck in the past, unable to let things go.
[her voice trails a moment, as she reaches for a second burrito, but not yet biting into it, turning it in her hands.]
..I walked away.
[She sounds oddly...proud? Of that fact?
"You left him your pistol," her AI-partner points out, earning a flat look.]
Yes. I did. [and it's not hard to figure out what he probably did with it.]