[Eyebrow raise at the sudden change of his threat (and why does it look like he's standing in the middle of a post-war zone?). For once though, she manages to push her curiosity aside. What she needs to talk about is too urgent. She switches the channel to private so no one else in the network will listen in on their conversation.
There's a rather large sigh of her own, and she starts walking with her communicator. (She wants to do this in her cabin, for the same reason as why she'd switched channels.)] Okay, first of all, that's pretty much already happening since I'm stuck here. Voluntarily, though, I guess technically I could leave if I wanted. But, see, you all have... official training and whatnot. So think of this as my training, Artie. I chose to do this. I mean, yeah, I'm awesome with the tech and the weapons, and I'm okay at stealth, and I'm pretty good at the quick-thinking problem-solving thing, too. But not so much when it comes to people problems. [Unless the person happens to be a little like her, but that won't always be the case.] And when dealing with artifacts I am undoubtedly going to run across people problems. And it's become pretty obvious to me I can't always rely on my partner - which I actually don't even have anymore - to deal with it for me.
[By the time she's managed to get all that out, she's made it back to her cabin. She closes the door behind her and sits down on her bed.] But... it's hard. Because if I was there, I know you... and Myka, and Pete, and even Leena... You'd all still have my back. You'd be helping me. And I still... I've only been here a month, and I still feel like an outsider, and... [Another sigh.] I do want to do this. It's only one inmate I'm in charge of, so it's not like it's impossible, I just... I think I need a nice peptalk? And maybe some of your oatmeal scotchies. A nice glass of Leena's lemonade. And an inappropriately timed boob-joke from Pete probably wouldn't hurt either, to be honest. [She is so homesick it is almost ridiculous.]
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Date: 2012-06-11 06:13 am (UTC)There's a rather large sigh of her own, and she starts walking with her communicator. (She wants to do this in her cabin, for the same reason as why she'd switched channels.)] Okay, first of all, that's pretty much already happening since I'm stuck here. Voluntarily, though, I guess technically I could leave if I wanted. But, see, you all have... official training and whatnot. So think of this as my training, Artie. I chose to do this. I mean, yeah, I'm awesome with the tech and the weapons, and I'm okay at stealth, and I'm pretty good at the quick-thinking problem-solving thing, too. But not so much when it comes to people problems. [Unless the person happens to be a little like her, but that won't always be the case.] And when dealing with artifacts I am undoubtedly going to run across people problems. And it's become pretty obvious to me I can't always rely on my partner - which I actually don't even have anymore - to deal with it for me.
[By the time she's managed to get all that out, she's made it back to her cabin. She closes the door behind her and sits down on her bed.] But... it's hard. Because if I was there, I know you... and Myka, and Pete, and even Leena... You'd all still have my back. You'd be helping me. And I still... I've only been here a month, and I still feel like an outsider, and... [Another sigh.] I do want to do this. It's only one inmate I'm in charge of, so it's not like it's impossible, I just... I think I need a nice peptalk? And maybe some of your oatmeal scotchies. A nice glass of Leena's lemonade. And an inappropriately timed boob-joke from Pete probably wouldn't hurt either, to be honest. [She is so homesick it is almost ridiculous.]