Kara deals with the looks as best she can, with a big grin and winks at a few who seem particularly enthralled with the now re-stuffed box at her feet. Some eyes fixate on it as if committing its contents to memory -- maybe they all want some, she thinks with a wry smile -- but Adama gives her the strangest looks while Tigh just holds back a bitchy remark probably the entire time. Some refuse to look at Kara or meet her gaze, and it’s hard to keep from laughing at them all. (Lee happens to be one of them, about which she feels particularly smug.)
How can they fight Cylons endlessly yet be so traumatized by sex toys? What a buncha wimps.
Kara contributes her expertise and sage wisdom as needed, pointing out the flaws as always and volunteering herself for the head of the mission (which had been unanimously decided anyway as the others knew they wouldn’t hear the end of it otherwise) and finally -- finally -- it’s over and she’s dismissed along with the others.
Time to get moving.
So, she gathers up the box, making sure of her footing before she exits. She intends to drop off the package in her bunk but as she rounds a corner she spots the object of her soon-in-the-future plans.
“Hey, Nicky D.!”
She shouts, earning a few looks as she approaches her special “friend” and adjusts the box in her arms.
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
24/7/15 19:22 (UTC)How can they fight Cylons endlessly yet be so traumatized by sex toys? What a buncha wimps.
Kara contributes her expertise and sage wisdom as needed, pointing out the flaws as always and volunteering herself for the head of the mission (which had been unanimously decided anyway as the others knew they wouldn’t hear the end of it otherwise) and finally -- finally -- it’s over and she’s dismissed along with the others.
Time to get moving.
So, she gathers up the box, making sure of her footing before she exits. She intends to drop off the package in her bunk but as she rounds a corner she spots the object of her soon-in-the-future plans.
“Hey, Nicky D.!”
She shouts, earning a few looks as she approaches her special “friend” and adjusts the box in her arms.
“Just the man I wanted to see.”