it's not your fault that you're always wrong
"Bad nurses, peggin', you name it," Jack said, snorting softly and shutting his eyes to enjoy the sound and scent of her illusion. It was better than seeing himself through her eyes anyway; he wasn't all that impressive a physical specimen, especially crippled by a headache as he currently was. And besides, there was more interesting stuff he might take from her wandering thoughts, and the captain packed them away for later consideration.
Unaware that her touch had been lulling him off to sleep, Jack blinked his eyes back open as talk of the governor suddenly appeared in their conversation. "Mm... I went to the townhouse on the mountain, to see if there were any signs or rumours. I've not heard anythin' from him, neither has Raza... the woman's got her fingers on the pulse of Torchline. I buy it, I just wish I knew why it's happened." Sickness, bad deals, murder... could be anything.
Unaware that her touch had been lulling him off to sleep, Jack blinked his eyes back open as talk of the governor suddenly appeared in their conversation. "Mm... I went to the townhouse on the mountain, to see if there were any signs or rumours. I've not heard anythin' from him, neither has Raza... the woman's got her fingers on the pulse of Torchline. I buy it, I just wish I knew why it's happened." Sickness, bad deals, murder... could be anything.
