( though she doesn't correct on the fact that it wasn't actually the captain who'd done this but one of the junior officers instead. would it have been better if chris had toasted them? was there a way other than putting them under the flame and hoping you got them in time?
though, judging by the sole bite taken from una's and the disinterest she has in it now suggests that she also didn't enjoy them that much )
It's meant to be a sweet, or I'm guessing because they're sweet. I didn't pull these out on any landing party before this one.
[ briefly, she wonders if the state of her gloves is a good enough excuse to return to the ship under the guise of grabbing a clean pair, but seeing as she's the only member of the security team still in uniform it seems unwarranted, not to mention her gloves have been covered in far worse than bits of burnt marshmallow. ]
I'll eat this one, but I would appreciate it if you didn't bring me another.
[ which, let's be real here, is basically la'an-speak for: thank you for thinking of me, but i'm fine. ]
[ resolved to her self-imposed task, la'an then does what she should have done all along, using her teeth to drag the marshmallow off the stick in one mouthful, completely unimpressed as she chews on it before swallowing it with a difficult gulp, disliking the way it tries to stick to the back of her throat. if only she had something to help wash it down. a cupful of the coffee sam brewed for everybody, perhaps. she even spied a bottle of saurian brandy from the captain's quarters being poured around. ]
[ the problem is, if she wants something to drink, she'll have to join the party. slipping away before it started was one thing, but showing up and skulking back to the shadows is another entirely, so here she'll stay. thirsty. grouchy. tense. ]
( and una wouldn't be reaching for another, maybe instead trying to see if she could grab a couple of the crackers or some of the chocolate before they were turned into smores. they were definitely better separate, in her opinion.
she looks out at the scenery in quiet for a time, letting it wash over her, enjoying the distance from the party. it had been nice but she'd needed a break from it, and the crew could do with some fun without being watched over )
You picked a good spot.
( she could appreciate the scenery, where they were sat. this planet was beautiful )
[ she didn't pick this specific place out to be her perch just because it's pretty — in fact, its prettiness is irrelevant. ]
I didn't sit here to sightsee.
[ no, she sat here partly to escape the claustrophobia of being boxed in by a crowd and partly to watch the treeline across the lake for any signs of activity. the slight stirring of their leaves being blown in the breeze making her fingers itch as she returns her hand to rest atop the rock beside her holster, discarding the marshmallow stick before doing so. ]
[ lesson eleven of security: "always be prepared." ]
[ although, just because she's wired to anticipate the worst doesn't mean she's going to start shooting at anything, she's not that trigger-happy. ]
I have a job to do. [ la'an insists, using duty to disguise her antisocial behaviour. ] Speaking of which, it's almost time for me to do another sweep.
[ she knows her shrink wouldn't approve, that doctor sanchez would chide her for keeping her distance instead of stepping out of her comfort zone. the difference between surviving and living highlighted in her stubborn refusal to enjoy the temporary serenity before the enterprise returns to exploring the unknown. still, living isn't exactly easy when you've lost everyone you ever loved in the worst way imaginable. her capacity to care something la'an has purposefully limited, not wanting to be put through that pain again. ]
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( though she doesn't correct on the fact that it wasn't actually the captain who'd done this but one of the junior officers instead. would it have been better if chris had toasted them? was there a way other than putting them under the flame and hoping you got them in time?
though, judging by the sole bite taken from una's and the disinterest she has in it now suggests that she also didn't enjoy them that much )
It's meant to be a sweet, or I'm guessing because they're sweet. I didn't pull these out on any landing party before this one.
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I'll eat this one, but I would appreciate it if you didn't bring me another.
[ which, let's be real here, is basically la'an-speak for: thank you for thinking of me, but i'm fine. ]
[ resolved to her self-imposed task, la'an then does what she should have done all along, using her teeth to drag the marshmallow off the stick in one mouthful, completely unimpressed as she chews on it before swallowing it with a difficult gulp, disliking the way it tries to stick to the back of her throat. if only she had something to help wash it down. a cupful of the coffee sam brewed for everybody, perhaps. she even spied a bottle of saurian brandy from the captain's quarters being poured around. ]
[ the problem is, if she wants something to drink, she'll have to join the party. slipping away before it started was one thing, but showing up and skulking back to the shadows is another entirely, so here she'll stay. thirsty. grouchy. tense. ]
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( and una wouldn't be reaching for another, maybe instead trying to see if she could grab a couple of the crackers or some of the chocolate before they were turned into smores. they were definitely better separate, in her opinion.
she looks out at the scenery in quiet for a time, letting it wash over her, enjoying the distance from the party. it had been nice but she'd needed a break from it, and the crew could do with some fun without being watched over )
You picked a good spot.
( she could appreciate the scenery, where they were sat. this planet was beautiful )
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[ she didn't pick this specific place out to be her perch just because it's pretty — in fact, its prettiness is irrelevant. ]
I didn't sit here to sightsee.
[ no, she sat here partly to escape the claustrophobia of being boxed in by a crowd and partly to watch the treeline across the lake for any signs of activity. the slight stirring of their leaves being blown in the breeze making her fingers itch as she returns her hand to rest atop the rock beside her holster, discarding the marshmallow stick before doing so. ]
[ lesson eleven of security: "always be prepared." ]
[ although, just because she's wired to anticipate the worst doesn't mean she's going to start shooting at anything, she's not that trigger-happy. ]
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( you picked a great vantage point, la'an, why not use it to enjoy what you're looking at?
which is exactly what una's doing right now, enjoying the view as she sits with her friend and semi-talks to her )
It's a nice looking planet.
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[ she knows her shrink wouldn't approve, that doctor sanchez would chide her for keeping her distance instead of stepping out of her comfort zone. the difference between surviving and living highlighted in her stubborn refusal to enjoy the temporary serenity before the enterprise returns to exploring the unknown. still, living isn't exactly easy when you've lost everyone you ever loved in the worst way imaginable. her capacity to care something la'an has purposefully limited, not wanting to be put through that pain again. ]