[The information isn't really the issue - being honest, it's not like there was a whole hell of a lot going around anyway. From start to now, the tools and data available to them seemed to amount to 'sit pretty and wait for the inevitable' whatever Garrus and the small handful of evidently competent leads (there's a vicious little part of her that won't afford them all the courtesy of respect) might be doing to combat that. Hell, give her a second and she wouldn't even be concerned about it - it's not like asking Aeryn for intel is really that much more complicated than getting it from him - but that's not really what he's talking about, is it?
That's the part that puts her sharp as they draw to a halt, the part that shows in her face like she's been struck. The line of her back goes all ramrod straight and for a moment there's real open shock in her expression. Feels a lot like being on a space walk and finding him with a knife in his hand and her safety line cut.
On the plus side he hasn't kicked her off the hull into the vacuum yet.
She opens her hand, finds the dried fruit crushed and sticky in her palm. From one blink to the next she's lifted the line of her chin and set her jaw, but there's pretending she doesn't feel it (not angry, just weighted and low) when she speaks, her tone betraying her. Seems like that's going around.]
Do you mind if we take a detour? I need something from my quarters.
[The implication being that she expects-- no, is asking him to come with her.]
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That's the part that puts her sharp as they draw to a halt, the part that shows in her face like she's been struck. The line of her back goes all ramrod straight and for a moment there's real open shock in her expression. Feels a lot like being on a space walk and finding him with a knife in his hand and her safety line cut.
On the plus side he hasn't kicked her off the hull into the vacuum yet.
She opens her hand, finds the dried fruit crushed and sticky in her palm. From one blink to the next she's lifted the line of her chin and set her jaw, but there's pretending she doesn't feel it (not angry, just weighted and low) when she speaks, her tone betraying her. Seems like that's going around.]
Do you mind if we take a detour? I need something from my quarters.
[The implication being that she expects-- no, is asking him to come with her.]