[Having had a front row seat to one of those same crewmembers getting knocked off--Sirius has something a bit like sympathy. Not for his murderous little teammate, but for Isaac, at least. Or for Derek, maybe, sort of, a titchy bit.
Anyways, if Tyke knows: that's what really counts. He nods, with a quick glance toward the door, like maybe she'll be stood there overseeing this. She isn't, but mentally, she sort of is.]
She doesn't want to brig him. [Or else he'd already be there.] So this is what she said to do? Come and have a chat with me?
action. ;)
Anyways, if Tyke knows: that's what really counts. He nods, with a quick glance toward the door, like maybe she'll be stood there overseeing this. She isn't, but mentally, she sort of is.]
She doesn't want to brig him. [Or else he'd already be there.] So this is what she said to do? Come and have a chat with me?