[The visor may hide his identity but there's something about the way he moves that gives him away. Not to mention how similar his voice is to a certain dead commander. Moira takes notice quickly and slides her gaze over him, her mismatched eyes not hiding amusement at the situation she finds herself in. Someone obviously has a sense of humor.
Well, this should be a fascinating experience.
Striding over to him, she keeps her hands behind her back, looking down here nose as she observes his posture. How interesting that both Jack and Gabriel would turn to masks after death. Things to hide their identities from the world. At least from those not so intimately familiar with their voices. After all, she's had far too many conversations with this man in the past to not recognize him just from sound alone even if he does have more...gravel now.]
Perhaps we should go to find out then.
[With that, she walks past him just a couple of feet. It's here she pauses as she looks back at him. Without gloves these days, the state of her hand is more obvious. Purple and veiny, that right hand really looks like it should be dead even as it rests with her other hand against her lower back.]
Shall we...?
[Just a momentary pause as she looks away again.]
...Jack?
[After all, why hide that she's figured out who he is? Honestly she feels that if he hadn't wanted to be found out then it would have been wise to not speak at all. She might have even preferred that since it would keep potential judgments for her methods to a minimum. Alas, people couldn't have everything they wanted so clearly she would have to live with the fact that he still had a voice.]
mind? come at me~
Well, this should be a fascinating experience.
Striding over to him, she keeps her hands behind her back, looking down here nose as she observes his posture. How interesting that both Jack and Gabriel would turn to masks after death. Things to hide their identities from the world. At least from those not so intimately familiar with their voices. After all, she's had far too many conversations with this man in the past to not recognize him just from sound alone even if he does have more...gravel now.]
Perhaps we should go to find out then.
[With that, she walks past him just a couple of feet. It's here she pauses as she looks back at him. Without gloves these days, the state of her hand is more obvious. Purple and veiny, that right hand really looks like it should be dead even as it rests with her other hand against her lower back.]
Shall we...?
[Just a momentary pause as she looks away again.]
...Jack?
[After all, why hide that she's figured out who he is? Honestly she feels that if he hadn't wanted to be found out then it would have been wise to not speak at all. She might have even preferred that since it would keep potential judgments for her methods to a minimum. Alas, people couldn't have everything they wanted so clearly she would have to live with the fact that he still had a voice.]