[ The voice isn't as familiar as the one in her memories. Jack has always sounded a little bit like he gargled broken glass for breakfast, but Gabriel - Gabriel has changed.
She tenses, her hand dropping from the pod to the place where she normally keeps her dart gun. There's nothing there, of course. She'd woken up without it. He can appreciate the self-control that goes into not reaching for her rifle instead.
She turns to look at him. ]
Some of it. What do you believe these days, Gabriel?
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She tenses, her hand dropping from the pod to the place where she normally keeps her dart gun. There's nothing there, of course. She'd woken up without it. He can appreciate the self-control that goes into not reaching for her rifle instead.
She turns to look at him. ]
Some of it. What do you believe these days, Gabriel?