But being stuck down here isn’t healthy. Would one night out for all of you really be so bad?
[hell if cara wasn’t the most stubborn woman she’d ever met—with the exception of her mother. definite talent, but cassie was stubborn too.]
Topside group excursion privileges were revoked for a reason. And I am not planning on letting anyone go topside unless I’ve explicitly authorized it.
[ this is one matter she’s not budging on —- not after the last couple times. her track record with taking anyone topside wasn’t exactly clean, at this point. ]
“Oh, you wound me. I do recall asking where he is, not where he isn’t. I am sure it’s not that hard to grasp the simple meaning of my question.”
"Do I have to insist?”
And I’m sure it’s not hard to grasp the fact that I’m not about to tell you where he is.
[ hands ball into fists by her sides, weight shifting to her sturdy center. gaze flashing downwards towards the aimed handgun, a short hiss of breath escapes past pursed lips, but Cara remains unwavering. ]
[he was keeping a respectful distance, he didn’t want to startle her. and in retrospect, he was probably just outside her peripheral vision. ]
—— I asked your name, as I don’t believe we’ve met.
[ pale eyes lift towards the figure, and subsequently narrow —- somehow, the man hovering above her strikes her uncannily familiar. the trouble is the struggle to place a name to a face. ]
[ her jaw clenches, realization dawning on her strained mind. it’s him. ]
“…you’ll blow the place up? Cause I can totally help out with that.”
“Killian McCrane. A pleasure, I’m sure. Where’s John?”
[ muscles tense reflexively, turning sharply on booted heel. ]
Pleasure? Not … quite.
[ she speaks through gritted teeth, chin held high as she cast her narrow gaze upon the man. she’s heard of him —- hard not to have, considering events in the fairly recent past. ]
Sleep and I just don’t agree with each other, that’s all. Have a small headache, too, but I’m placing the blame for that on a certain somebody who snores really loudly in his sleep.
