place your hant in mine

JACK

Narrowing his eyes briefly - he can decide against allowing her anywhere near him as quickly as he'd agreed to it, after all - Jack gives a somewhat brusque shrug in response to her question. Not pretty ought to have been enough, he thinks, and expanding on that too much just reminds him of how bad things had been the last time Safrin had gotten in his head. "Just... try an' be there to pick me up when we're done, and make sure I get back to The Ark," he says quietly, wrinkling his nose.

She'd see soon enough, after all.

Anyway - back to Maea and the problematic nature of Melita's arrows being buried in her back (or front, either way). Falling predictably quiet to listen to Flora's thoughts, Jack tilts his head and considers the situation in the same way as one might consider what to have for dinner. "I mean, I'd prob'ly not bring that up at all," he says in a low voice, despite knowing that no one is in immediate earshot.

"That way if she does try to blame Mel, it's all comin' from her. You can be ready with a denial right away." And if she doesn't, Flora hasn't opened a box of worms unnecessarily.

you're the last of a dying breed; write our names in the wet concrete
I wonder if your therapist knows everything about me

Code stolen from Queen Sky