( He'll have to share some of that zen with her in regards to their situation; she's going to keep fussing with it and it will keep her distracted otherwise.
But when he says she's "stuck" with them, her smile is apologetic and the pinch of her brows is even more troubled than before, shaking her head slowly. She gives that little edge of his hand she has a squeeze for sincerity, supplementing her words. )
I'm more glad than you could possibly realize to hear you're both all right. I would much rather you alive than dead. No matter our disagreements in the past. I respected you very much, you know. I still do. You gave me a very important chance to better the world when most wouldn't even listen and you always heard me out after, even if you weren't able to act on it.
I know you tried, Jack. I was never able to tell you that before. I'm sorry.
( Moira she could likely take or leave, he's correct on that, though she thinks that they would find one another useful in this place for matters such as exactly these. Another bright mind to collaborate with and bounce off of to figure something out. She'll just have to see.
But he's offering her the chance to ask her questions and she considers him for a long moment. The white hair, the creases of stress and time and a rough life, the scars. What he's told her already having returned others and lost them, and she thinks, more than anything, she just wants this to be... easy.
She doesn't want to be another complicated person in his life. If he had to explain to anyone else who was here, he shouldn't have to pause over her name and be unable to answer how well he gets along with her.
Just a few, then. It wasn't as though she couldn't ask others later. )
If I may... I only have a brief recollection of bits and pieces of a story. Is our Earth really gone...?
( Without going through the proper waking cycles, she wasn't given the full picture. They didn't wake up nicely in chambers aboard the station, clothed properly and warm and dry. She'd been numb and cold and wet, in an uncomfortable body suit. Reeling. Head pounding with the piercing alarms cutting through the haze, pumping her full of adrenaline she didn't know what to do with. Any excess she'd been given was largely lost in that disarray. So confirmation of their arrival here, then. And he'd already told her who was around, who had been here before. )
How was I before?
( With him and the others. What had she done here, how had she settled, did she have a home— there are many facets to that question, but she thinks he'll know and be able to answer the important parts. )
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But when he says she's "stuck" with them, her smile is apologetic and the pinch of her brows is even more troubled than before, shaking her head slowly. She gives that little edge of his hand she has a squeeze for sincerity, supplementing her words. )
I'm more glad than you could possibly realize to hear you're both all right. I would much rather you alive than dead. No matter our disagreements in the past. I respected you very much, you know. I still do. You gave me a very important chance to better the world when most wouldn't even listen and you always heard me out after, even if you weren't able to act on it.
I know you tried, Jack. I was never able to tell you that before. I'm sorry.
( Moira she could likely take or leave, he's correct on that, though she thinks that they would find one another useful in this place for matters such as exactly these. Another bright mind to collaborate with and bounce off of to figure something out. She'll just have to see.
But he's offering her the chance to ask her questions and she considers him for a long moment. The white hair, the creases of stress and time and a rough life, the scars. What he's told her already having returned others and lost them, and she thinks, more than anything, she just wants this to be... easy.
She doesn't want to be another complicated person in his life. If he had to explain to anyone else who was here, he shouldn't have to pause over her name and be unable to answer how well he gets along with her.
Just a few, then. It wasn't as though she couldn't ask others later. )
If I may... I only have a brief recollection of bits and pieces of a story. Is our Earth really gone...?
( Without going through the proper waking cycles, she wasn't given the full picture. They didn't wake up nicely in chambers aboard the station, clothed properly and warm and dry. She'd been numb and cold and wet, in an uncomfortable body suit. Reeling. Head pounding with the piercing alarms cutting through the haze, pumping her full of adrenaline she didn't know what to do with. Any excess she'd been given was largely lost in that disarray. So confirmation of their arrival here, then. And he'd already told her who was around, who had been here before. )
How was I before?
( With him and the others. What had she done here, how had she settled, did she have a home— there are many facets to that question, but she thinks he'll know and be able to answer the important parts. )