[There's a beat, and she leans against the wall, considering the words.
She'd discussed it before, of course—briefly, with Adrien, while he'd made short work of extracting a bullet out of her. It was an itch she couldn't scratch; the weird unsettling nature of staying in one place for so long. An eternal fist in the air, the infinite 'hold'.
It was maddening.]
You and me both.
[She'd grown up an Alliance brat, traveling from man-made satellite to cruiser with her parents as they shifted assignments—and that had been her closest brush with the so-called 'civilian lifestyle'. She'd enlisted on her 18th birthday, and never looked back—yet here she was, back to square one, stuck on a station, managing the cleaning rota. Better than doing nothing, better than being dead—but it wasn't the same. Wasn't... anything.]
no subject
She'd discussed it before, of course—briefly, with Adrien, while he'd made short work of extracting a bullet out of her. It was an itch she couldn't scratch; the weird unsettling nature of staying in one place for so long. An eternal fist in the air, the infinite 'hold'.
It was maddening.]
You and me both.
[She'd grown up an Alliance brat, traveling from man-made satellite to cruiser with her parents as they shifted assignments—and that had been her closest brush with the so-called 'civilian lifestyle'. She'd enlisted on her 18th birthday, and never looked back—yet here she was, back to square one, stuck on a station, managing the cleaning rota. Better than doing nothing, better than being dead—but it wasn't the same. Wasn't... anything.]
What have you been up to?