JACK
Well, well, she was certainly breaking out the big guns wasn't she? Jack took in the information with eyes that were fixed somewhere out of the cabin window, forcing his hands to relax so that the little cresent moons he was creating in his palms didn't become cuts, or aggravate the knife wound he'd dealt himself in their little training session. "Understood," he said quietly, rising to his feet and sidling away to sit at his desk. He propped one foot up against a trunk sitting beside it, unrolling a scroll of parchment as if intent on devoting his time to it.
"If that's all, you can get out. You're perfectly safe on this ship and we're both aware of that. Kaiholo knows you well enough to stay out of your way by now too - nothin' to put this little bargain of yours in jeopardy. And put your own damned clothes on before you go." The shutters came down, and she was nothing to him. Within, of course, plans upon plans began to form.
"If that's all, you can get out. You're perfectly safe on this ship and we're both aware of that. Kaiholo knows you well enough to stay out of your way by now too - nothin' to put this little bargain of yours in jeopardy. And put your own damned clothes on before you go." The shutters came down, and she was nothing to him. Within, of course, plans upon plans began to form.
