[ Caprica, or Natasi, takes Anderson's hand, reliance more cursory than necessary, and grip broken once she's on her feet. Fingers rake her hair from her eyes, straighten her shirt -- a matter left unsaid still hovers as a buffer between the moment and a fare well, although she does go to step off the mats.
Before Anderson can supply either herself, Caprica pauses, turning back to her-- ]
You have a position in Gunnery? I saw the, uh. The recruitment announcement.
no subject
[ Caprica, or Natasi, takes Anderson's hand, reliance more cursory than necessary, and grip broken once she's on her feet. Fingers rake her hair from her eyes, straighten her shirt -- a matter left unsaid still hovers as a buffer between the moment and a fare well, although she does go to step off the mats.
Before Anderson can supply either herself, Caprica pauses, turning back to her-- ]
You have a position in Gunnery? I saw the, uh. The recruitment announcement.