"Good to hear." There was no malice there, but the lieutenant could hear the stiffness in his voice. While he didn't entirely expect Thrace to understand what he was feeling at the moment (nor to entirely understand her feelings, himself,) he had hoped for a little compassion and camaraderie. Despite all that, he let whatever feelings her coldness stirred spiral down the drain and leaned an elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. He knew very well she'd meant him to feel it, but he also knew it was because she was hurting deep down inside and Bingo was easy to target. Thankfully, he never took that personally. It kind of came with the job.
Closing his eyes, he let the cigarette hang and used his free hand to rub at Snoggib-tensed muscles. "Been keeping busy," he told her, interested in small talk even if Starbuck wasn't. "Just got finished with some flight training." Not that he'd needed it, but hey. "'Course, I would have preferred to skip it, but old Gibbs back there needed me to get 'im through." Al actually jumped as a loud THUMP against the glass rang into the room. He shot an amused glance back over his shoulder, then returned to the position he'd been in before. "Supposed to do land-based survival next, assuming we get out illustrious interrogator before I die of old age." And now he just felt like complaining.
Expression unchanging, he sucked on the butt of the cigarette and then held it out for inspection. It was about three quarters of the way finished, so he took one more hit, crushing it out next to Thrace's snuffed cigarette. "Can't imagine they'll keep us forever." Don't bet on it, buddy.
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Date: 2010-05-11 06:04 pm (UTC)Closing his eyes, he let the cigarette hang and used his free hand to rub at Snoggib-tensed muscles. "Been keeping busy," he told her, interested in small talk even if Starbuck wasn't. "Just got finished with some flight training." Not that he'd needed it, but hey. "'Course, I would have preferred to skip it, but old Gibbs back there needed me to get 'im through." Al actually jumped as a loud THUMP against the glass rang into the room. He shot an amused glance back over his shoulder, then returned to the position he'd been in before. "Supposed to do land-based survival next, assuming we get out illustrious interrogator before I die of old age." And now he just felt like complaining.
Expression unchanging, he sucked on the butt of the cigarette and then held it out for inspection. It was about three quarters of the way finished, so he took one more hit, crushing it out next to Thrace's snuffed cigarette. "Can't imagine they'll keep us forever." Don't bet on it, buddy.