[ She knows Ned prefers to talk about these things in person, at least. His abrupt disconnecting only to show up in the shuttle bay is almost a habit, at this point; if nothing else, she's getting better at having whatever she's working on put away by the time he arrives.
She gives him a nod when he shows up, sleeves conspicuously rolled down to cover her nanites. ]
[Can he smoke in here? He should really ask if he can smoke in here. First things first, though - he nods back and raises a brow at her sleeves.]
What's with the -
[He taps on his own (exposed) arm, once again very aware that the jumpsuit was seemingly designed to leave them open to view. What's with the cover-up, Carolyn.]
[In case of what, he doesn't say, but his face probably says anyway. Instead he shoves his left arm into his pocket so that his nanites are buried in the fabric.]
Somewhere else, then.
[Not an order, not a question either. Something in-between that's like a proposal but more bland.]
[ Which is true, but she laughs a little as she says it. Inside one of the shuttles, Carolyn goes up to the control panel, taps a few buttons and closes the door.
[He's never heard her laugh and definitely hasn't seen it; it's nice, he decides, and as they enter he ducks his head and scrubs at his mouth, forgetting that he's supposed to answer for a moment. The door slides closed and he gets back on topic, though.]
Mm. [aka: point] My room then.
[And he completely neglects to mention the actual reason why it shouldn't be shuttle bay (according to him). Just cautiously sits in the closest seat, like he might break it, and starts up some obnoxious finger-drumming on the arm of the chair.]
[The laugh has him staring for roughly two seconds longer than he should, before he flicks his eyes down and then back and forth between the two, comparing. CAO, CFO, that's easy enough to figure out, but - ]
Somewhere they can alter who has access to what, that sort of thing. If you're locked in the brig, they don't want you to be able to walk out because you were on the security team.
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It's red.
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[ where she always is. ]
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Alright.
[DISCONNECT hopefully she knows that means he's coming. Because 20 minutes later there he is.]
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She gives him a nod when he shows up, sleeves conspicuously rolled down to cover her nanites. ]
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What's with the -
[He taps on his own (exposed) arm, once again very aware that the jumpsuit was seemingly designed to leave them open to view. What's with the cover-up, Carolyn.]
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Everyone else.
[ She jerks her head backward slightly. Pilots are always superstitious. ]
Just in case.
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Somewhere else, then.
[Not an order, not a question either. Something in-between that's like a proposal but more bland.]
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[ No one will bother them there. She turns, assuming he'll follow. ]
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You're coming to the Gardens, next time.
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[ Which is true, but she laughs a little as she says it. Inside one of the shuttles, Carolyn goes up to the control panel, taps a few buttons and closes the door.
Make yourself comfortable, Ned. ]
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Mm. [aka: point] My room then.
[And he completely neglects to mention the actual reason why it shouldn't be shuttle bay (according to him). Just cautiously sits in the closest seat, like he might break it, and starts up some obnoxious finger-drumming on the arm of the chair.]
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[ Just off-handed, like she's just thought of it. ]
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Could later.
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Yeah.
[ And now she rolls up her sleeves, lets the new red letters shine. ]
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Who knows we're the heads.
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Everyone.
[ More or less. ]
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[aka that's his best guess.]
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[Huff, before he glances up at the nanite access comment and raises a brow.]
Think so.
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Somewhere they can alter who has access to what, that sort of thing. If you're locked in the brig, they don't want you to be able to walk out because you were on the security team.
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Mm. And who's got access.
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