[Either he's normally this persistent in his needling or she should have said something about that visor after all, she thinks. She'll give him the benefit of the doubt; he might have dementia just got pumped full of sedatives. It's easier to feign a low chuckle just to fill the air.]
I know it's complicated. Don't strain yourself.
[She's not interested in his acceptance or proving her valor. Actions will do that louder than words, if they ever even see each other again after this transport ship makes planet fall. Speaking of which, she idly wonders how close it is to doing that. She grows quiet, listening for any recognizable cues. All she hears is the soft rhythmic hum of the ship's engines, then a loud T H U N K in the wall several rooms down. She cranes her head in the direction of that sound and tenses. All that moves is a gleam of light across the inside of the visor. There's a muffled low whistle, like someone was impressed. A moment later a pair of feet shuffling in the hallway, boisterous and drunk sounding.
She sighs, irritated someone else's boredom interrupted her quality conversation. She looks at the door then looks at him, considering leaving him to investigate. Just to ensure no one barges in here foolishly. She anticipates he may also take an interest in this.]
How are you feeling?
[It's coming from a place of genuine concern, but she also doesn't want him following her around.]
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might have dementiajust got pumped full of sedatives. It's easier to feign a low chuckle just to fill the air.]I know it's complicated. Don't strain yourself.
[She's not interested in his acceptance or proving her valor. Actions will do that louder than words, if they ever even see each other again after this transport ship makes planet fall. Speaking of which, she idly wonders how close it is to doing that. She grows quiet, listening for any recognizable cues. All she hears is the soft rhythmic hum of the ship's engines, then a loud T H U N K in the wall several rooms down. She cranes her head in the direction of that sound and tenses. All that moves is a gleam of light across the inside of the visor. There's a muffled low whistle, like someone was impressed. A moment later a pair of feet shuffling in the hallway, boisterous and drunk sounding.
She sighs, irritated someone else's boredom interrupted her quality conversation. She looks at the door then looks at him, considering leaving him to investigate. Just to ensure no one barges in here foolishly. She anticipates he may also take an interest in this.]
How are you feeling?
[It's coming from a place of genuine concern, but she also doesn't want him following her around.]