Reveille did. She was aware of the fact her own tension was showing through, a bad enough sign, and though her gaze went briefly to the seat, she just shook her head. No, sitting meant starting to relax, and she couldn’t afford to do that until she was on the Exigency, until she was actually certain she was safe.
“I prefer standing right now,” was what she said, gaze drifting along the tops of the trees, trying to see through the thick leaves and the branches, trying to hunt out that sight of black that might pull their ship right from the sky.
For all she knew, he was capable of it.
Standing on a ship wouldn’t help her much if he chose to do that, but it might help more than sitting.
Armitage did glance up briefly as Reveille refused. That didn’t strike him as odd. He knew she wasn’t about to be making herself comfort in a strange ship with strange people, who might be willing to sell them to the Resistance if they were that mercenary.
Hopefully, whatever friendship they had with Althea would prevent that. Whatever debt was owed.
His gaze shifted as Althea did return, and Borran. Quick. Painless. The cat immediately curled into his lap, staring at Althea as she did so, as if in some quiet threat. Not that Armitage noted, he just placed his hand gently over her as she settled. “Everything all right?” He asked, more to Althea than Borran.
There’d likely be a discussion of compensation, but he wasn’t terribly concerned about what demands might be made.
“I prefer standing right now,” was what she said, gaze drifting along the tops of the trees, trying to see through the thick leaves and the branches, trying to hunt out that sight of black that might pull their ship right from the sky.
For all she knew, he was capable of it.
Standing on a ship wouldn’t help her much if he chose to do that, but it might help more than sitting.
Armitage did glance up briefly as Reveille refused. That didn’t strike him as odd. He knew she wasn’t about to be making herself comfort in a strange ship with strange people, who might be willing to sell them to the Resistance if they were that mercenary.
Hopefully, whatever friendship they had with Althea would prevent that. Whatever debt was owed.
His gaze shifted as Althea did return, and Borran. Quick. Painless. The cat immediately curled into his lap, staring at Althea as she did so, as if in some quiet threat. Not that Armitage noted, he just placed his hand gently over her as she settled. “Everything all right?” He asked, more to Althea than Borran.
There’d likely be a discussion of compensation, but he wasn’t terribly concerned about what demands might be made.