As a long-time officer, she knew how to choose her words carefully - Kara just didn't usually do it, was all. In this instance, though, she knew she'd best do as the Commander asked. Her position (not to mention Al's) was precarious, and she could ill-afford to lose the single ally it seemed she had.
She turned and began walking again, straying toward the dark line of damp sand along the narrow spit of beach. She liked the way the ground crumbled beneath her boots; it reminded her of the beaches of Caprica and her better summers while she was enrolled at the Academy.
She had a hundred questions jostling for precedence, but the most pressing was regarding her plane, and more importantly, its origins. "My plane. Any idea where it's been?" She assumed Stern was quick enough to catch her drift, so she didn't elaborate.
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Date: 2010-05-17 12:56 am (UTC)She turned and began walking again, straying toward the dark line of damp sand along the narrow spit of beach. She liked the way the ground crumbled beneath her boots; it reminded her of the beaches of Caprica and her better summers while she was enrolled at the Academy.
She had a hundred questions jostling for precedence, but the most pressing was regarding her plane, and more importantly, its origins. "My plane. Any idea where it's been?" She assumed Stern was quick enough to catch her drift, so she didn't elaborate.