His news warranted another smile and she finished the cigarette gratefully. If no one had come close to figuring out the disassembled jump drive and its accompanying interfaces by now, she doubted they would be able to do so for a long, long time. She wondered if anyone on Earth had even considered faster-than-light travel yet. Unlikely, Kara thought, if they hadn't even walked on the surface of the moon yet.
She wanted to press for more, but seeing no real reason to hurry, she ground the cigarette out on the cement wall and tucked the butt behind the leg of the cot. Leaning back up, she resumed her place at his side. "So what about you? How's the training?" Though her tone was teasing, there was genuine curiosity there. She wanted to know what he'd been doing for the six weeks since he'd handed over his keys, gave her a kiss, and returned to his life. Though she'd had plenty of things to keep her mind occupied in the time intervening, he was the sole person on the entire planet she felt any connection with, any really affection for, and Al Calavicci was never far from her thoughts. And anyway, she'd just spent almost fifteen hours dodging questions - she couldn't really deal with any more, even those unspoken ones in those dark, expressive eyes of his.
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Date: 2010-05-14 10:25 pm (UTC)She wanted to press for more, but seeing no real reason to hurry, she ground the cigarette out on the cement wall and tucked the butt behind the leg of the cot. Leaning back up, she resumed her place at his side. "So what about you? How's the training?" Though her tone was teasing, there was genuine curiosity there. She wanted to know what he'd been doing for the six weeks since he'd handed over his keys, gave her a kiss, and returned to his life. Though she'd had plenty of things to keep her mind occupied in the time intervening, he was the sole person on the entire planet she felt any connection with, any really affection for, and Al Calavicci was never far from her thoughts. And anyway, she'd just spent almost fifteen hours dodging questions - she couldn't really deal with any more, even those unspoken ones in those dark, expressive eyes of his.