Wash hums softly in agreement. "Shame you couldn't use that excuse back on the project," he says, and it's almost a joke, or maybe there's a sharper edge to it. Wash couldn't possibly comment. "Don't worry. I doubt we'll be coming up against any holo-locks. It's a backwater planet of no real consequence."
Except the masses of alien technology that's practically lying there on the ground unattended. That more than makes up for being stuck here.
"You'd better get your stuff York. We've been stood around too long. I don't get to hemmed in by the Feds."
And he needed to check in badly. She'd want to know.
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Except the masses of alien technology that's practically lying there on the ground unattended. That more than makes up for being stuck here.
"You'd better get your stuff York. We've been stood around too long. I don't get to hemmed in by the Feds."
And he needed to check in badly. She'd want to know.