Kara dropped her gaze, pulling a face. She wished Al would just shut up - he was only making it worse for the both of them. The less she said, though, the better. She still assumed Al was meant to be her interrogator, no matter how unwitting, and even her sympathy toward him wasn't going to draw her out and force her to say something she'd later regret.
She shot Al a withering glance and then looked directly at the mirrored glass. There she saw how drawn and pale she was - the tan made her appear ashen in the glow of the bare bulb. The hot summer sun had further bleached her blonde hair, and it looked flat and white. Her appearance coupled with the haze of cigarette smoke made her look like a ghost. Maybe, she thought wryly, that was what she was.
Before she could give herself over to further morbid poesy, the door clanged open. She didn't know what to expect (and really, you'd think she'd learn to stop having expectations in Bingo's presence), but the person who appeared looked like the kind of guy Kara would have washed out of training for looking at her wrong. He stood maybe a head taller than Kara and strutted like a bantam rooster. The bars pinned to his sleeve suggested he was a captain - Air Force, probably, but she'd been wrong before. His soft doughy face, however, told a story all its own. No matter who he was or what rank he held, the man wasn't really the active duty sort of officer. Kara despised him on sight.
He consulted a notepad in his hand and narrowed his eyes at Al. "'Bingo'?" he asked disdainfully. "I shudder to think where that little gem came from." He turned to look at Kara, his gaze wandering over her. "And you, Miss Thrace." He shook his head and clucked his tongue as if that was all he had to say on the matter of her existence. He pointed to Al and gestured he vacate his chair to sit in the one beside Kara.
"It's Captain," Kara growled, glowering at the man.
He gave a fey little laugh and shook his head. "Hardly." Once more, he turned from her to Al. "Go on. You won't want me to ask a third time."
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She shot Al a withering glance and then looked directly at the mirrored glass. There she saw how drawn and pale she was - the tan made her appear ashen in the glow of the bare bulb. The hot summer sun had further bleached her blonde hair, and it looked flat and white. Her appearance coupled with the haze of cigarette smoke made her look like a ghost. Maybe, she thought wryly, that was what she was.
Before she could give herself over to further morbid poesy, the door clanged open. She didn't know what to expect (and really, you'd think she'd learn to stop having expectations in Bingo's presence), but the person who appeared looked like the kind of guy Kara would have washed out of training for looking at her wrong. He stood maybe a head taller than Kara and strutted like a bantam rooster. The bars pinned to his sleeve suggested he was a captain - Air Force, probably, but she'd been wrong before. His soft doughy face, however, told a story all its own. No matter who he was or what rank he held, the man wasn't really the active duty sort of officer. Kara despised him on sight.
He consulted a notepad in his hand and narrowed his eyes at Al. "'Bingo'?" he asked disdainfully. "I shudder to think where that little gem came from." He turned to look at Kara, his gaze wandering over her. "And you, Miss Thrace." He shook his head and clucked his tongue as if that was all he had to say on the matter of her existence. He pointed to Al and gestured he vacate his chair to sit in the one beside Kara.
"It's Captain," Kara growled, glowering at the man.
He gave a fey little laugh and shook his head. "Hardly." Once more, he turned from her to Al. "Go on. You won't want me to ask a third time."