[It really does feel like having a bodyguard, which is a sensation so familiar to Miles he almost doesn't notice that it's happening now. He wants fervently to secure her commitment to his cause in more certain terms, but she's not alone here, and she must have multiple interests and obviously has an autonomous mind. He has to be patient; hawks take a long time to train, and even then tame isn't the right word. She's half Bothari, but the other half is Elli Quinn, his spacer who would never be pushed anywhere she didn't want to go.
That is, of course, half the reason he's so bloody interested in her.
Miles outlines the description of the place they're going to survey as they walk at a steady clip. Slow enough not to attract attention, fast enough to mean business. It's a pace he assumes instinctively. As they go, his unconscious air of command deepens, altogether without him thinking about it. This kind of mission is so familiar to him-- almost as familiar as having a bodyguard-- that he relaxes into it, right at home.]
It looks fairly unprotected, [he says in a slightly quieted voice. They're standing on a rooftop, which they'd gotten access to after a bit of fast talking on Miles's part, Annie his stoic shadow through the lies. A turtle the size of a small house doesn't have a lot of places it can be kept covertly, and this one that I've made up is situated on the rooftop of the neighboring building, a large form with a dark, gleaming shell.]
And obvious, damn it. Have these people never been at war? [Miles is thoroughly dissatisfied with this cavalier approach. He doesn't expect anyone to be as paranoid as him, but they could at least make an attempt.]
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That is, of course, half the reason he's so bloody interested in her.
Miles outlines the description of the place they're going to survey as they walk at a steady clip. Slow enough not to attract attention, fast enough to mean business. It's a pace he assumes instinctively. As they go, his unconscious air of command deepens, altogether without him thinking about it. This kind of mission is so familiar to him-- almost as familiar as having a bodyguard-- that he relaxes into it, right at home.]
It looks fairly unprotected, [he says in a slightly quieted voice. They're standing on a rooftop, which they'd gotten access to after a bit of fast talking on Miles's part, Annie his stoic shadow through the lies. A turtle the size of a small house doesn't have a lot of places it can be kept covertly, and this one
that I've made upis situated on the rooftop of the neighboring building, a large form with a dark, gleaming shell.]And obvious, damn it. Have these people never been at war? [Miles is thoroughly dissatisfied with this cavalier approach. He doesn't expect anyone to be as paranoid as him, but they could at least make an attempt.]