I don't know if I'd say its not an issue, but I don't think scans are the chief issue. Ain't no point in getting even darker on their bad-side.
[His eyes dramatically follow the jacket landing beside him, which prompts him to recross his ankles and fold his arms over his chest. John is the first to promote peeing in the CDC's cereal, but not while people are dying around him.
From what he's seen of Shepard, she feels similarly. The pause is a bit weighted. He's really eating up her attentiveness, even if he doesn't show it.]
No matter what the scans bring up, I think you and I can both agree that whatever is on the ship wasn't here before -- or maybe it was.
[There's only a brief pause between the two statements. His tone is no louder than it was before. In fact, it might be quieter.]
Don't you find it funny that we got such a big stretch of rules, regulations, and security measure, but nobody around to watch the cameras for this thing besides Mothership? Last I checked, they had someone employed specifically for that.
[She's rolling with it, amicable enough (if she's ever even vaguely capable of the word) - because he's not wrong; she's not exactly hot on the idea of saying and doing anything while in confinement or otherwise that's likely to stretch her neck out any further. There's a reason she's been so tight lipped with her visitors and it sure as hell isn't because she like keep quiet. There's more than one person on the ship with an axe in hand; making herself a bigger target in the near future doesn't about as fun as taking a walk in space without a helmet.
But the last part sharpens something in her she's worked the last handful of hours to forcibly smooth. She is abruptly hawkish, eyes narrowing and the line of her back straightening until she's drawn to her full height. It's a difference of a few degrees, but a noticeable one: something predatory rising to the surface.]
[And that really is the question at hand, isn't it? He had paused before delivering those two words when he had observed the realization dawning on her, nodding very slowly. He keeps his voice low, as he already knows there are cameras in the bunks somewhere.]
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[His eyes dramatically follow the jacket landing beside him, which prompts him to recross his ankles and fold his arms over his chest. John is the first to promote peeing in the CDC's cereal, but not while people are dying around him.
From what he's seen of Shepard, she feels similarly. The pause is a bit weighted. He's really eating up her attentiveness, even if he doesn't show it.]
No matter what the scans bring up, I think you and I can both agree that whatever is on the ship wasn't here before -- or maybe it was.
[There's only a brief pause between the two statements. His tone is no louder than it was before. In fact, it might be quieter.]
Don't you find it funny that we got such a big stretch of rules, regulations, and security measure, but nobody around to watch the cameras for this thing besides Mothership? Last I checked, they had someone employed specifically for that.
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But the last part sharpens something in her she's worked the last handful of hours to forcibly smooth. She is abruptly hawkish, eyes narrowing and the line of her back straightening until she's drawn to her full height. It's a difference of a few degrees, but a noticeable one: something predatory rising to the surface.]
So where's Honey?
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[And that really is the question at hand, isn't it? He had paused before delivering those two words when he had observed the realization dawning on her, nodding very slowly. He keeps his voice low, as he already knows there are cameras in the bunks somewhere.]
Nobody can give me a straight answer.