She grinned, biting down on her lower lip. "It's probably not as far off as you think, Bingo," she rumbled back, draping her arm across his hips. If whoever the Air Force or NASA brought in to examine her bird and the parts she'd taken was worth his salt, he'd know something was up. Time and stardust and the wreckage of thousands of Cylon Heavy Raiders tended to stay with a bird no matter how well the deck crew groomed her.
She couldn't tell him how close it was, though; he might not believe her for one thing, and for another, she just couldn't give anything over for fear they'd get it out of him somehow. The loss of his career was one thing, but if someone did something more drastic than issue a formal reprimand for his lack of cooperation, well... she'd been down that road once, hadn't she? And worry and prayer had gotten her nowhere.
Kara could easily be lulled by his even breathing and warmth. Despite the hot, sticky night air hanging in the cell, she didn't want to let go. "What do you think happens to me?" she asked evenly, wanting to hear his opinion on the matter. Her own thoughts were too bleak to dwell on, so she hoped Al would have some good news for her.
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She couldn't tell him how close it was, though; he might not believe her for one thing, and for another, she just couldn't give anything over for fear they'd get it out of him somehow. The loss of his career was one thing, but if someone did something more drastic than issue a formal reprimand for his lack of cooperation, well... she'd been down that road once, hadn't she? And worry and prayer had gotten her nowhere.
Kara could easily be lulled by his even breathing and warmth. Despite the hot, sticky night air hanging in the cell, she didn't want to let go. "What do you think happens to me?" she asked evenly, wanting to hear his opinion on the matter. Her own thoughts were too bleak to dwell on, so she hoped Al would have some good news for her.