[ She wonders if she should excuse herself or make up some half-fashioned excuse as to go. He seemed as uncomfortable as she was, but then the conversation turns slightly, providing Alayne some semblance of a diversion. ]
As well as one may expect. The sun is shining but she's left cooped up inside, which does nothing but leave her restless. [ A pause, shorter this time. ] Is Max well?
Lady kept for nine months in space, [ Alayne notes quietly, something vaguely rueful (or is it nostalgic) in her voice. She hasn't spoken to either Hansen about the Tranquility, though by now Chuck has seen the number inked into her skin during her time there. ] Even with the gardens there, I think she found it dreadful.
No sun and no sky. And all that metal. [ A pause. The sound of her nose crinkling and uncrinkling. Then reluctantly: ]
Nine months? I'm assumin' you don't mean that hellhole we just crawled out of.
[ but he sets that aside, briefly, to urge her. he isn't sure why, or where this investment has come from. perhaps a collection of passing comments that have eventually lead to a stack; or Herc's desire to do best where he can (when in so many regards, he has failed)]
Tell y'what. I was about to take Max out. I'll swing by.
Could give him a ring. Last I heard he was workin' on the new place.
[ he pauses, because as much as they've been lingering around one another since the Ishimura, he's not sure how his kid would handle the third party. ]
—oh. [ A surprise for Alayne, apparently. ] I live now with Engineer Clarke in one of the classrooms.
[ It then takes a moment but she then sends a ping to his device which shows her precisely where she now lives. As it turns out it's not far from both the PPDC classroom and that of the UNSC. ]
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As well as one may expect. The sun is shining but she's left cooped up inside, which does nothing but leave her restless. [ A pause, shorter this time. ] Is Max well?
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[ it was rough, but they survived, and that was all that mattered in the end. ]
She need to go for a walk?
[ do you? ]
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No sun and no sky. And all that metal. [ A pause. The sound of her nose crinkling and uncrinkling. Then reluctantly: ]
She would perhaps benefit from one.
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[ but he sets that aside, briefly, to urge her. he isn't sure why, or where this investment has come from. perhaps a collection of passing comments that have eventually lead to a stack; or Herc's desire to do best where he can (when in so many regards, he has failed)]
Tell y'what. I was about to take Max out. I'll swing by.
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—now?
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Or later.
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Now would suit me just fine, marshal. [ A beat. ] Will Ranger Hansen come as well?
[ She winces a little once the words have left her mouth. ]
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[ he pauses, because as much as they've been lingering around one another since the Ishimura, he's not sure how his kid would handle the third party. ]
He doesn't like much takin' time off.
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Perhaps next time, then. I know Lady is quite fond of him. [ A beat, then she remembers to add primly: ] For some unknown reason.
She will happy to see you, though. [ I'll be glad to see you as well. ]
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[ which isn't to say that his son isn't a force to be reckoned with, but a loud dog most often is looking for attention when it didn't get enough. ]
I'll be there inna minute.
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[ Then she thinks to add: ] I've moved. Did your son tell you?
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[ not a surprise, though. they don't talk much, even now. ]
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[ It then takes a moment but she then sends a ping to his device which shows her precisely where she now lives. As it turns out it's not far from both the PPDC classroom and that of the UNSC. ]
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—you'll tell me, won't you?
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Yeah. Here.
[ he'll send her a similar ping with their location ]
Far from done, though.
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I'm swingin' by now. No dawdlin'.
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A young lady does not dawdle.