[Taylor's checking inventory, making sure the station's stocked, distractedly tapping commands on a data tablet even as she registers that Allison and someone else are approaching. By the time she actually looks up, Dean's nodding, moving forward and holding a hand out to her.
She freezes, staring at it a little like he's holding out a bomb. Her fingers grip knuckle white around the tablet, eyes wide as her gaze pulls up to his face.
She'd expected to have the network to buffer things. Not like this.]
I know who you are.
[It's blurted out before she can think of anything better. Anything friendlier. She still hasn't taken his hand.]
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She freezes, staring at it a little like he's holding out a bomb. Her fingers grip knuckle white around the tablet, eyes wide as her gaze pulls up to his face.
She'd expected to have the network to buffer things. Not like this.]
I know who you are.
[It's blurted out before she can think of anything better. Anything friendlier. She still hasn't taken his hand.]