[ And what a mess to get tangled in, isn't it? With so many people from her world and the sort of life they'd led, it's only that many more landmines to navigate— perhaps thankfully, there aren't many of her old friends that orbit Angela very often and it's easy to slip past unnoticed. (And also, let's be real, Snake picks claymores up from the ground with his plush buttcheeks. He'll be fine.)
The moment she hears the couch creaking as Jack's weight shifts, she doesn't begrudge Snake reclaiming his hand from her shoulder especially when she's straightening as well, nervous tension in her spine as she half-turns to listen, distracted, attention split between Snake slipping off his stool onto soundless feet and the sounds of life from the living room. He's beside her and waiting as the sound of Jack's footsteps grow closer, bare feet padding along the hardwood as she swivels the rest of the way to see him filling the entry to the kitchen, wariness bristling off of Snake more than anything.
Jack doesn't even seem upset with another person's presence after the need for secrecy, not putting nearly a fraction of the effort into sizing up Snake in this place as the younger happens to be expending, looking him over and gauging his reactions, his words and posture. No, Jack's too exhausted to return the favor. How did anyone expect her to be angry when faced with someone showing their age in spades, letting their exhaustion seep into weary features and slump their shoulders? He's beat himself up enough; she wouldn't play into his punishment. It's when he speaks and reveals that he'd been listening that she looks properly embarrassed, wondering if she should even mention she'd given Snake access to her home before Jack had come over— the guilt is evident on her face that anyone had visited while he's here trying to recuperate much less without her knowledge, but she doesn't voice it in the end. Either way she'd state it, her words would give away one thing or another that weren't necessary to say, and it had been an honest accident.
So instead she turns her efforts toward his words and how much he could have overheard, wrapping her fingers back around her mug to hold in her lap. Always one to latch onto warmth, animate or no. (And don't think she doesn't notice you putting yourself between them, Snake!! Is he guarding her? It's sweet even without the mind to recognize it just yet.) ]
It isn't cutting you slack when I'm not angry in the first place. I can wish that you could have told me sooner without bringing any ire into it. And the less stress put upon you while you're healing the better. [ Isn't that the whole reason he's here, in the first place? A quiet place to rest? A likely amount of monitoring her to ensure that she's to be trusted? Well, she's let him down on that front, and it's only the second day. ] I've heard you two have already met. Did you want to sit?
[ Introductions shouldn't be necessary, then, and she'll give them equal chance to reconfirm one another however they please. The dining table is to his left, or he can pick one of the stools where she sits at the island, but that would be passing closer to Snake than he is likely comfortable with. He brings up plausible deniability and she can't help the little huff that slips out of her, shaking her head slowly. ]
You'd be vastly underestimating your agents if you think they'd let themselves be caught; with no one to lead them it's a different story, but if they knew you were alive and still fighting... You and I both know that many of them would have leapt at the opportunity to do good in the world. And that is all you've ever tried to do. Regardless, it doesn't matter here. This isn't Earth.
Are you going to tell me how much you've heard so I know how embarrassed to be?
[ Despite the topic at hand and how she'd just been presenting herself to Snake, Angela is calm and rather collected with Jack, though not to the point of outright hiding emotions and faking a happy demeanor. She's comfortable teasing him at least a little bit, trying to keep things light and dissipate the tension between them all. As relaxing and reassuring as she could be because she just wants him to be comfortable in her home, able to get some desperately needed rest. Now it may be even more difficult; not that it's anyone's fault, particularly, just her own lack of foresight and a quiet promise to herself to mind her TAB better, at least while he's here. ]
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And also, let's be real, Snake picks claymores up from the ground with his plush buttcheeks. He'll be fine.)The moment she hears the couch creaking as Jack's weight shifts, she doesn't begrudge Snake reclaiming his hand from her shoulder especially when she's straightening as well, nervous tension in her spine as she half-turns to listen, distracted, attention split between Snake slipping off his stool onto soundless feet and the sounds of life from the living room. He's beside her and waiting as the sound of Jack's footsteps grow closer, bare feet padding along the hardwood as she swivels the rest of the way to see him filling the entry to the kitchen, wariness bristling off of Snake more than anything.
Jack doesn't even seem upset with another person's presence after the need for secrecy, not putting nearly a fraction of the effort into sizing up Snake in this place as the younger happens to be expending, looking him over and gauging his reactions, his words and posture. No, Jack's too exhausted to return the favor. How did anyone expect her to be angry when faced with someone showing their age in spades, letting their exhaustion seep into weary features and slump their shoulders? He's beat himself up enough; she wouldn't play into his punishment. It's when he speaks and reveals that he'd been listening that she looks properly embarrassed, wondering if she should even mention she'd given Snake access to her home before Jack had come over— the guilt is evident on her face that anyone had visited while he's here trying to recuperate much less without her knowledge, but she doesn't voice it in the end. Either way she'd state it, her words would give away one thing or another that weren't necessary to say, and it had been an honest accident.
So instead she turns her efforts toward his words and how much he could have overheard, wrapping her fingers back around her mug to hold in her lap. Always one to latch onto warmth, animate or no. (And don't think she doesn't notice you putting yourself between them, Snake!! Is he guarding her? It's sweet even without the mind to recognize it just yet.) ]
It isn't cutting you slack when I'm not angry in the first place. I can wish that you could have told me sooner without bringing any ire into it. And the less stress put upon you while you're healing the better. [ Isn't that the whole reason he's here, in the first place? A quiet place to rest? A likely amount of monitoring her to ensure that she's to be trusted? Well, she's let him down on that front, and it's only the second day. ] I've heard you two have already met. Did you want to sit?
[ Introductions shouldn't be necessary, then, and she'll give them equal chance to reconfirm one another however they please. The dining table is to his left, or he can pick one of the stools where she sits at the island, but that would be passing closer to Snake than he is likely comfortable with. He brings up plausible deniability and she can't help the little huff that slips out of her, shaking her head slowly. ]
You'd be vastly underestimating your agents if you think they'd let themselves be caught; with no one to lead them it's a different story, but if they knew you were alive and still fighting... You and I both know that many of them would have leapt at the opportunity to do good in the world. And that is all you've ever tried to do. Regardless, it doesn't matter here. This isn't Earth.
Are you going to tell me how much you've heard so I know how embarrassed to be?
[ Despite the topic at hand and how she'd just been presenting herself to Snake, Angela is calm and rather collected with Jack, though not to the point of outright hiding emotions and faking a happy demeanor. She's comfortable teasing him at least a little bit, trying to keep things light and dissipate the tension between them all. As relaxing and reassuring as she could be because she just wants him to be comfortable in her home, able to get some desperately needed rest. Now it may be even more difficult; not that it's anyone's fault, particularly, just her own lack of foresight and a quiet promise to herself to mind her TAB better, at least while he's here. ]