"Don't you snap at me," she says, unfazed by his sudden flare of temper, the sharpness of his tone, cutting words like it should be obvious. She fixes him with a flat, unimpressed look, eyebrows arching skeptically. "If it were of course, it shouldn't have happened at all. I'm just trying to figure out how many feet of shit you've dug yourself into, here, so as much as you hate these questions, you're just going to have to suck it up and swallow them."
Flying blind is her least favorite thing. This is like firebombing a hundred square miles just to hit one hut, when the target might actually be another thousand away. She's got no idea when it started, how serious it is, or how Steve feels about it. Aside from the it's really good he'd admitted right before everything went to hell two weeks ago, he's barely said anything at all.
For now, she shakes her head after watching him for another few seconds, and draws her drink back towards herself. "Then I hope it's up to you, if that happens."
She could tell him not to be stupid, not to be reckless, not to throw himself in the fire to try and save Danny in what would probably be a pointless waste of both their careers, but he's got that iron set to his jaw and the steady glint in his eye that means he's not going to be argued out of this, which leaves her with that, and a faint sigh that's more just like a soft exhale and her eyes dropping to the tabletop and the ahi she hasn't had the desire to eat yet.
Before looking up.
"Is it worth it?"
Another sounding questions, but an important one. She's still got the riot act, rolled up and ready to unfurl across the table, but depending on this answer, it might at least be edited.
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Date: 2013-03-27 07:16 pm (UTC)Flying blind is her least favorite thing. This is like firebombing a hundred square miles just to hit one hut, when the target might actually be another thousand away. She's got no idea when it started, how serious it is, or how Steve feels about it. Aside from the it's really good he'd admitted right before everything went to hell two weeks ago, he's barely said anything at all.
For now, she shakes her head after watching him for another few seconds, and draws her drink back towards herself. "Then I hope it's up to you, if that happens."
She could tell him not to be stupid, not to be reckless, not to throw himself in the fire to try and save Danny in what would probably be a pointless waste of both their careers, but he's got that iron set to his jaw and the steady glint in his eye that means he's not going to be argued out of this, which leaves her with that, and a faint sigh that's more just like a soft exhale and her eyes dropping to the tabletop and the ahi she hasn't had the desire to eat yet.
Before looking up.
"Is it worth it?"
Another sounding questions, but an important one. She's still got the riot act, rolled up and ready to unfurl across the table, but depending on this answer, it might at least be edited.