[ With a little sigh, exasperated, but not ill-content. There is plenty she could say about Overwatch agents banding together as a force to be reckoned with, that they wouldn't go down easily, that knowing the truth will allow them to fight properly— but they're words he won't want to hear just yet and she'll keep mum.
And Jack please... Snake camped with them for like a month. Angela fed him regularly. They shared a campfire. Of course they're friendly! (And then some, but, you know.) He offers a sympathetic glance as if she's trying to explain away any guilt or negative feelings, but there's a difference between that and stating fact. Which is what she does instead; empathy or no, there were just some things one had to accept about any situation as the cornerstones.
The chagrin that crosses her expression is brief enough as he admits to overhearing most of their conversation and still poking at an attempt to argue she won't acknowledge, but he's turning his attention to David and introducing himself by name. His real name, this time, giving up the ghost. And even offering a hand to shake, which leaves her relaxing (deflating) just a fraction. Provided David doesn't get any ideas about being stubborn here and now, but she doesn't think he will; thus far he's trusted her and taken her lead, and she relaxes further when he takes Jack's hand to shake.
Yet the self-deprecating joke gets a little more than a huff out of her in the form of a soft laugh, shaking her head. This is something she's had to take in stride, with him. This new form of humor poking fun at himself. ]
Now, I think I shouldn't be the only one drinking coffee. And you can both stand to have dinner.
[ Give her something to do, it seems to say, as she slides off her stool and touches the back of David's arm just to indicate she's passing by him. Remove herself from behind him so he didn't feel the need to protect her, and then they can both settle where they please. ]
I don't think we need to clarify much else. Jack will be here for a few more days to recover from his injuries from Eosoros, and— [ Getting her espresso maker going, here, to remove one cup before adding another pod and a new mug if they're amenable. ] —we'll see where to go from there, with the other agents. I know Snake won't be speaking of anything here to others. You both have more in common than you likely know.
[ Namely, that they're both good men with a penchant for denying that fact, and that they hold others in high esteem. Fight for good causes, sacrifice for what they know is right, and surely that paves the road to other facts she's unaware of. So, she's holding out a fresh cup of coffee to whoever reaches for it first, and will await a reply on food. ]
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[ With a little sigh, exasperated, but not ill-content. There is plenty she could say about Overwatch agents banding together as a force to be reckoned with, that they wouldn't go down easily, that knowing the truth will allow them to fight properly— but they're words he won't want to hear just yet and she'll keep mum.
And Jack please... Snake camped with them for like a month. Angela fed him regularly. They shared a campfire. Of course they're friendly! (And then some, but, you know.) He offers a sympathetic glance as if she's trying to explain away any guilt or negative feelings, but there's a difference between that and stating fact. Which is what she does instead; empathy or no, there were just some things one had to accept about any situation as the cornerstones.
The chagrin that crosses her expression is brief enough as he admits to overhearing most of their conversation and still poking at an attempt to argue she won't acknowledge, but he's turning his attention to David and introducing himself by name. His real name, this time, giving up the ghost. And even offering a hand to shake, which leaves her relaxing (deflating) just a fraction. Provided David doesn't get any ideas about being stubborn here and now, but she doesn't think he will; thus far he's trusted her and taken her lead, and she relaxes further when he takes Jack's hand to shake.
Yet the self-deprecating joke gets a little more than a huff out of her in the form of a soft laugh, shaking her head. This is something she's had to take in stride, with him. This new form of humor poking fun at himself. ]
Now, I think I shouldn't be the only one drinking coffee. And you can both stand to have dinner.
[ Give her something to do, it seems to say, as she slides off her stool and touches the back of David's arm just to indicate she's passing by him. Remove herself from behind him so he didn't feel the need to protect her, and then they can both settle where they please. ]
I don't think we need to clarify much else. Jack will be here for a few more days to recover from his injuries from Eosoros, and— [ Getting her espresso maker going, here, to remove one cup before adding another pod and a new mug if they're amenable. ] —we'll see where to go from there, with the other agents. I know Snake won't be speaking of anything here to others. You both have more in common than you likely know.
[ Namely, that they're both good men with a penchant for denying that fact, and that they hold others in high esteem. Fight for good causes, sacrifice for what they know is right, and surely that paves the road to other facts she's unaware of. So, she's holding out a fresh cup of coffee to whoever reaches for it first, and will await a reply on food. ]