[Is that sarcastic ‘tude she detects? She would know about that...but she can’t read him as well as the others. His slight hesitation sends off warning bells in her head, but his answer throws her for a loop before she can react to it.]
L-two? That some kinda joke? I’m not feeling too funny today, kiddo, so let’s cut the crap and get to it. I’m only gonna ask you one more time. Which colony are you from?
[And yet...and yet even as the words leave her mouth, something about the ease with which he talks about his running habits makes her wonder…
No way. It’s a trick just like the rest of it, probably. She knows it all ends when someone lets their guard down. But then he makes her laugh, all with a slight roll of her eyes - she feels vaguely put on edge by the God talk, the worm of suspicion burrowing deeper in her mind but covers up her bristling with laughter.]
Oh gods, don’t tell me you’re one of those My Triumphs, My Mistakes Baltar ‘one true God’ nutty buddies. Heard it all before. [Yeah, from a Cylon too… a twisted voice in her head spits.]
Yup, you got one thing right at least. I’m not lettin’ you within an inch of my Viper, though I’m oh so curious as to whether or not you’re a, uh, [smirk] man of your word or not. [then she laughs] They'd have you for a snack in that hangar.
Let's get this straight now and for all. I don't need YOU to tell me how smart it is. Like I haven't dealt with this for too frakking long. I know your types. A slash in the wrong hose, bomb planted in the engines where nobody would check, same old song.
Nah, I'm thinking the brig's a good place to test your good cheer, if I can't work some of that enthusiasm outta you.
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nooo yours wasnt poop! don't make me poop ON u
18/2/14 19:11 (UTC)L-two? That some kinda joke? I’m not feeling too funny today, kiddo, so let’s cut the crap and get to it. I’m only gonna ask you one more time. Which colony are you from?
[And yet...and yet even as the words leave her mouth, something about the ease with which he talks about his running habits makes her wonder…
No way. It’s a trick just like the rest of it, probably. She knows it all ends when someone lets their guard down. But then he makes her laugh, all with a slight roll of her eyes - she feels vaguely put on edge by the God talk, the worm of suspicion burrowing deeper in her mind but covers up her bristling with laughter.]
Oh gods, don’t tell me you’re one of those My Triumphs, My Mistakes Baltar ‘one true God’ nutty buddies. Heard it all before. [Yeah, from a Cylon too… a twisted voice in her head spits.]
Yup, you got one thing right at least. I’m not lettin’ you within an inch of my Viper, though I’m oh so curious as to whether or not you’re a, uh, [smirk] man of your word or not. [then she laughs] They'd have you for a snack in that hangar.
Let's get this straight now and for all. I don't need YOU to tell me how smart it is. Like I haven't dealt with this for too frakking long. I know your types. A slash in the wrong hose, bomb planted in the engines where nobody would check, same old song.
Nah, I'm thinking the brig's a good place to test your good cheer, if I can't work some of that enthusiasm outta you.