Date: 2010-05-13 12:54 am (UTC)
Kara gave him a spare nod, flexing the smarts out of the fingers of her right hand - no mean feat in hadcuffs. Gods, she should have asked for a cigarette before the young ensign had left them.

"I don't think they're too keen on following the letter of the law when it comes to traitors and spies," she tossed back easily, giving a shrug. She was just speaking generally and not referring to herself, of course, but she hoped he knew that.

Shaking her head, she added quietly, "You should get out of here, Bingo. However you can." Unsure of how he'd be able to do it now that he'd opted out of her plan, she shook her head miserably, lowering her gaze to . After the photograph of the motorcycle had been produced, the burden of guilt had trebled across her shoulders. And if he couldn't make some kind of break, she'd never forgive herself. Not that there weren't already things weighing heavily upon her, but she really didn't need any more.
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