Startled didn't even begin to cover how she felt. She'd have sooner expected the President of the United States come rolling in. Frak - she'd have sooner expected Laura Roslin to enter the interrogation room than Al. Where she'd been buoyed by round after round of shutting down interrogators, there was no mistaking how quickly her smug little smile faded now. Kara swallowed hard, folding her arms across her chest and slumping back in the hard metal chair, attempting to draw her expressive face into the shadows. Her posture bespoke of outright impudence, and she even put on a glare to match, but her eyes told a story she didn't want anyone to read.
"Lieutenant," she greeted him curtly. "I must be pretty important to warrant a visit from you." She bit down on her tongue, curling her fingers into fists under her elbows. Pressing firmly, she felt her half-moon fingernails dent her calloused palm. The pain grounded her somewhat, but her heart was thundering in her ears so loudly, she could barely hear herself think.
It had been thirteen long hours since she'd been discovered in the cockpit of her failed getaway plane. She was exhausted and hungry, running solely on the bitter coffee she'd taken an hour earlier. As a result, her mind was moving faster than her weary spirit could process, and she couldn't fathom why they'd have brought Calavicci in. Did they hope to coax something from her? Even in current state, that wasn't going to happen. She'd undergone far worse than anything the Navy could throw at her, and the shameless attempt to play on her emotions was just insulting.
Whatever it was, it wasn't going to be a cheerful little conversation. Kara frowned and appraised him coolly, wondering what exactly he'd been told to get from her. She didn't envy him his position.
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"Lieutenant," she greeted him curtly. "I must be pretty important to warrant a visit from you." She bit down on her tongue, curling her fingers into fists under her elbows. Pressing firmly, she felt her half-moon fingernails dent her calloused palm. The pain grounded her somewhat, but her heart was thundering in her ears so loudly, she could barely hear herself think.
It had been thirteen long hours since she'd been discovered in the cockpit of her failed getaway plane. She was exhausted and hungry, running solely on the bitter coffee she'd taken an hour earlier. As a result, her mind was moving faster than her weary spirit could process, and she couldn't fathom why they'd have brought Calavicci in. Did they hope to coax something from her? Even in current state, that wasn't going to happen. She'd undergone far worse than anything the Navy could throw at her, and the shameless attempt to play on her emotions was just insulting.
Whatever it was, it wasn't going to be a cheerful little conversation. Kara frowned and appraised him coolly, wondering what exactly he'd been told to get from her. She didn't envy him his position.