The simplest, shortest, truest answer. She can feel her foot wanting to bob up and down where it's hanging, one leg crossed neatly over the other, just at the thought of being landlocked for long, eyes drifting to the horizon she can see out the window. The ocean is right there, surrounding her, touchable every day, but it's not the same. The island doesn't move, isn't singularly defensible. She's stuck here, and the novelty is starting to wear off.
If she's been on shore long enough to get her land legs back, she's been on shore too long, but deployment's going to have to wait. The thought of the Enterprise getting scrapped is too depressing, and she's happy not to see it happen, will honor the old girl in her own way, with whatever comes next, but there's nothing there on that horizon yet.
Leaving her to shrug, and turn her attention back to Steve. "You know how it is. I'm finally used to a floor again, instead of a deck. But they keep me busy."
Lifting her drink, she arches her eyebrows at him, lips pursing for a sip from a straw. "Your turn. How's the boyfriend?"
Watching over the edge of her glass as she calmly sips, before putting it back down, head tipping slightly to the side, eyes keen. "Or, I'm sorry. Was I supposed to start with work, too?"
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Date: 2013-03-27 12:47 am (UTC)The simplest, shortest, truest answer. She can feel her foot wanting to bob up and down where it's hanging, one leg crossed neatly over the other, just at the thought of being landlocked for long, eyes drifting to the horizon she can see out the window. The ocean is right there, surrounding her, touchable every day, but it's not the same. The island doesn't move, isn't singularly defensible. She's stuck here, and the novelty is starting to wear off.
If she's been on shore long enough to get her land legs back, she's been on shore too long, but deployment's going to have to wait. The thought of the Enterprise getting scrapped is too depressing, and she's happy not to see it happen, will honor the old girl in her own way, with whatever comes next, but there's nothing there on that horizon yet.
Leaving her to shrug, and turn her attention back to Steve. "You know how it is. I'm finally used to a floor again, instead of a deck. But they keep me busy."
Lifting her drink, she arches her eyebrows at him, lips pursing for a sip from a straw. "Your turn. How's the boyfriend?"
Watching over the edge of her glass as she calmly sips, before putting it back down, head tipping slightly to the side, eyes keen. "Or, I'm sorry. Was I supposed to start with work, too?"