[Has jumped up conspiracy theories, but little to no basis for any of it. Whatever Gliese is after and how close it falls in line with her higher ups's desires (demands), she can't even begin to guess. But everyone's here for something.
For a moment, there's something on the tip of her tongue - the itch to say something about the kind of things Parker and Steve had been talking about. Carefully worded, preciously traded information that she hadn't felt quite attuned to but might be valuable taken with a cruiser load of salt. But then she swallows it down; it doesn't feel like hers to give, for one, but more to the point it puts slightly too much faith in the Neheda's officers - something she isn't willing to give, which makes the grains of data not worth passing on. Not yet anyway.]
[Falcon leans back in his chair and runs a hand across the visible part of his face. What else can they do, really, besides throw out theories? He frowns. This is not the position he wants to be in, but all he can do is wait, learn what he can, try to survive in the meantime. It's only going to get tougher from here.]
[She snorts, a low growled out noise. If there's one thing she's determined to make sure happens, it's that. And so far? Her odds aren't bad. She likes to think she doesn't die easy, has a track record that says as much. Now she just has to stay lucky and keep the proverbial ball rolling, right?
It's definitely the kind of thing that warrants recalling the mostly forgotten glass at her elbow, fetching it up and raising it in - a crappy toast proposal if there ever was one, but screw it. Fits the situation anyway.]
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[Has jumped up conspiracy theories, but little to no basis for any of it. Whatever Gliese is after and how close it falls in line with her higher ups's desires (demands), she can't even begin to guess. But everyone's here for something.
For a moment, there's something on the tip of her tongue - the itch to say something about the kind of things Parker and Steve had been talking about. Carefully worded, preciously traded information that she hadn't felt quite attuned to but might be valuable taken with a cruiser load of salt. But then she swallows it down; it doesn't feel like hers to give, for one, but more to the point it puts slightly too much faith in the Neheda's officers - something she isn't willing to give, which makes the grains of data not worth passing on. Not yet anyway.]
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Hopefully we'll live long enough to find out.
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It's definitely the kind of thing that warrants recalling the mostly forgotten glass at her elbow, fetching it up and raising it in - a crappy toast proposal if there ever was one, but screw it. Fits the situation anyway.]
I can drink to that.