[ She scowls, expression darkening. He knows, he knows what she means - knows that her life for months now has been focused on the next mission, on climbing (trying to climb) up the leaderboard. Free time at the Project had been an almost alien concept. There's always something to do. More training. More preparation. Wash wasn't the only one who had pored over his field manuals between missions.
Here, with nothing, no mission, no purpose, she feels...lost. Adrift.
He must know that. And yet, once again, he gives her nothing. A closed-off smile, a non-answer. CT glares at him, then nods once, sharply. ]
Understood.
[ She hesitates, uncertain even of her next move. Does she ask to be dismissed? Simply turn on her heel and go? She doesn't think she's quite ready for that yet, even pissed off as she is. ]
no subject
Here, with nothing, no mission, no purpose, she feels...lost. Adrift.
He must know that. And yet, once again, he gives her nothing. A closed-off smile, a non-answer. CT glares at him, then nods once, sharply. ]
Understood.
[ She hesitates, uncertain even of her next move. Does she ask to be dismissed? Simply turn on her heel and go? She doesn't think she's quite ready for that yet, even pissed off as she is. ]