[It's not an answer, not really, but it feels like something's been defused anyway - or at least that it isn't going to explode in her hands. She'll take it. Doesn't really have an alternative. Not on this front, anyway. So her response then is automatic, instinctual like a breath of air being let go:]
You're part of my crew.
[Less - or maybe exactly as much - possessive as it sounds. None of these people are hers, not in martial sense, but she's not talking about the Neheda's crew (more than half cannon fodder) or the constant cycle of teams. Her people, guarded with a wolfish single mindedness.
She shifts the gun at her hip then, the strap of it a weight that digs at her shoulder, and rocks back on her heels - a minute turn, clearly signaling she's about ready to cut loose from this.]
Anyway better this than just doing things because someone expects you to.
[he isn't sure how to respond to that-- relief wells under the continued embarrassment of making her come out here (except she'd chosen to, hadn't she? didn't know), and he tramps down both in an effort not to appear too one way or another. it puts an awkward, uncertainly happy look on his face, which he is by no means conscious of.]
[part of her crew. a... nice feeling. more than a bit intimidating. something he wanted to return to the best of his ability---]
[- she shifted away; he snapped to attention out of habit, arms ramrod straight at his sides.]
Yeah! [ech, too loud, too obviously nervous. toning down with a wince:] Er, yeah. I mean...
[wait no he didn't mean anything this was not the time for a counterpoint too late.]
... It's not always bad, having expectations. [missions gave focus. missions gave goals. better than the baseline keep surviving, which seemed about all there ever was to strive toward. that must've been why he was so tired all the time: there was no real reward in just surviving. -- anyway.] Take care, Miss Shepard. I'll see you again soon.
[it didn't have a direct acceptance, but whatever, there wasn't any energy to be nervous about yet another thing.]
[Limitations to everything, she thinks - a sentiment that in the end has very little to do with Hinata but sinks low in her gut like a stone anyway. Turned by a degree even as she is, she fixes him with a brief, assessing look. And then nods, crisp enough and sharp enough to count as a dismissal.]
If you have any problems, let me know.
[And that's that: she moves off with her shoulders leading back up the way she'd come down.]
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You're part of my crew.
[Less - or maybe exactly as much - possessive as it sounds. None of these people are hers, not in martial sense, but she's not talking about the Neheda's crew (more than half cannon fodder) or the constant cycle of teams. Her people, guarded with a wolfish single mindedness.
She shifts the gun at her hip then, the strap of it a weight that digs at her shoulder, and rocks back on her heels - a minute turn, clearly signaling she's about ready to cut loose from this.]
Anyway better this than just doing things because someone expects you to.
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[he isn't sure how to respond to that-- relief wells under the continued embarrassment of making her come out here (except she'd chosen to, hadn't she? didn't know), and he tramps down both in an effort not to appear too one way or another. it puts an awkward, uncertainly happy look on his face, which he is by no means conscious of.]
[part of her crew. a... nice feeling. more than a bit intimidating. something he wanted to return to the best of his ability---]
[- she shifted away; he snapped to attention out of habit, arms ramrod straight at his sides.]
Yeah! [ech, too loud, too obviously nervous. toning down with a wince:] Er, yeah. I mean...
[wait no he didn't mean anything this was not the time for a counterpoint too late.]
... It's not always bad, having expectations. [missions gave focus. missions gave goals. better than the baseline keep surviving, which seemed about all there ever was to strive toward. that must've been why he was so tired all the time: there was no real reward in just surviving. -- anyway.] Take care, Miss Shepard. I'll see you again soon.
[it didn't have a direct acceptance, but whatever, there wasn't any energy to be nervous about yet another thing.]
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If you have any problems, let me know.
[And that's that: she moves off with her shoulders leading back up the way she'd come down.]
---> network.
FROM: hinata.shouyou@cdc.org
If it's acceptable, I'd like to continue in the program, please.
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Good. See you at PT
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Yes maam