It’s no wonder you went for Security, [ Erik mutters back, posture shifted just short of Fenris’ personal (fading) glow bubble. Needling, into a look aside after Johanna’s performance that borders upon unsettled. But now isn’t really the time to contemplate her sincerity, historically. There’s Eszter, anyway, sidling out into the open. ]
The pleasure’s all ours,
[ he’s swift to assure, deadpan and at volume, too tired to bristle -- much. He looks like a dog who’s been rolling around in rotting corpses as much as he does a man, scruffed and cut up and tatty at the seams. ]
Where are the others.
[ To business. He prompts with all the subtlety of a fire poker turning through logs, coal and ash and hot iron. ]
Where is your shuttle.
[ He doesn’t expect her to answer, a decent portion of his brain still tracking the progress of Raven’s axe behind the scenes. Checking off a baseline list of questions for Charles to verify or otherwise follow. ]
no subject
The pleasure’s all ours,
[ he’s swift to assure, deadpan and at volume, too tired to bristle -- much. He looks like a dog who’s been rolling around in rotting corpses as much as he does a man, scruffed and cut up and tatty at the seams. ]
Where are the others.
[ To business. He prompts with all the subtlety of a fire poker turning through logs, coal and ash and hot iron. ]
Where is your shuttle.
[ He doesn’t expect her to answer, a decent portion of his brain still tracking the progress of Raven’s axe behind the scenes. Checking off a baseline list of questions for Charles to verify or otherwise follow. ]