JACK
"People normally do, if they're stoppin' at my table," Jack mutters, mostly to himself, his eyes on the server as they track back with a fresh drink for him, one he accepts and smoothly knocks back in one. Setting the empty on their tray before they walk off again, at least the familiar gesture seems to steady him enough to pay real attention to Maea as she continues. Rolling his shoulders and sweeping the frost from the table, he leans a forearm against it.
Raising an eyebrow and considering her for a long moment, one that undoubtedly feels awkward for at least one of them, the captain samples the spikes of hope and anxiety pricking out of her, and eventually shrugs his shoulders. "Ain't much to say. I was dead an' then I wasn't again. Ask if you have to, though. You got five minutes." Whether he gives her any genuine answers is another matter entirely.
Raising an eyebrow and considering her for a long moment, one that undoubtedly feels awkward for at least one of them, the captain samples the spikes of hope and anxiety pricking out of her, and eventually shrugs his shoulders. "Ain't much to say. I was dead an' then I wasn't again. Ask if you have to, though. You got five minutes." Whether he gives her any genuine answers is another matter entirely.
it's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
