[ The fact that he sounds even a little rueful about it is enough for her to be set at ease. It wasn't anger or annoyance, so she knows it's all right. That their discussion hadn't rubbed him the wrong way. That he understands her seeking out another ear not his own, and can see she's chosen someone far removed from the others to confide in. It would have to be enough, and he'll surely pick up the undertones of her words offered, that it's all right for him to take his time but that they deserve to know. She won't rush him but that still insinuates she's at his back, ready to nudge him if need be.
The topic change is accepted readily and David takes the offered mug, tipping her head in silent question for Jack if he wanted a cup as well to wake up and warm him. If so, she'll go ahead and make another to offer him, but if not, she'll simply pour herself a fresh cup before setting about pulling porcelain containers from the fridge and dishing up three plates. Dainty portions for herself, twice that for David, and almost twice again that for Jack. Super soldier metabolisms and such, with an emphasis on the vegetables to make up for lost time. Asparagus (or the closest alien equivalent) steamed with garlic and a bit of olive(-ish) oil beside the bread dumplings covered in gravy, and framed in veal(?) sausage. They're making do just fine here, even on an alien planet. Most foods they would be familiar with seemed to be transplanted or recreated here, or near enough.
Hearing such a familiar turn of her name still plucks at her, tugging at that little twinge in her chest that makes itself known nearly every time she wakes to find him still there, that it wasn't just an extended dream— every time her fingertips pass over his shoulders as she walks by or she hears his voice no longer hindered by the mask, something she's still getting used to. And realizing too late that she hadn't had the chance to ever really speak of her relationship with her commanders or many of her fellow agents, if the quirk of his brow was any indication once Jack's speaking up.
But David answers before she can as he settles at the island counter once more, and she doesn't bother to hide her smile, crinkling the corners of her eyes and flashing teeth as she busies herself reheating the dishes to dole out. ]
See? I've made excellent friends here, Jack, and they already know me so well. It's no trouble at all to see some hot food in either of you. [ Perhaps a bit of discussion is in order to ease the tension, let Jack find himself somewhere to sit and learn a little more about her friendship with the near-stranger in her kitchen. ] I met Snake only a few days after we'd arrived— we ran into each other at the gym and saw each other nearly every day since. We've all had our adventures here, no?
He also helped me with Eiger; with his training and just... owning a dog. He's been a dear friend to me. And he's had my back whenever something has gone awry.
[ Certainly something to be thankful for, and hopefully shed a little more light on their dynamic. That he's a trusted companion of hers, and that they've fought together. That she has a measure of his skill and professionalism without divulging anything terribly personal one way or another. There are few enough she can say that for here, even amongst her fellow agents. The food doesn't take terribly long and soon enough she's setting a steaming plate before David, settling her own down beside it, and offering Jack his. Even if he chose to sit at the dining table, he'd nearly be within arm's reach of the stools and they won't be sitting far apart, with her seat turning to face them both equally. If he's at the bar as well, she'll place herself between them. ]
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[ The fact that he sounds even a little rueful about it is enough for her to be set at ease. It wasn't anger or annoyance, so she knows it's all right. That their discussion hadn't rubbed him the wrong way. That he understands her seeking out another ear not his own, and can see she's chosen someone far removed from the others to confide in. It would have to be enough, and he'll surely pick up the undertones of her words offered, that it's all right for him to take his time but that they deserve to know. She won't rush him but that still insinuates she's at his back, ready to nudge him if need be.
The topic change is accepted readily and David takes the offered mug, tipping her head in silent question for Jack if he wanted a cup as well to wake up and warm him. If so, she'll go ahead and make another to offer him, but if not, she'll simply pour herself a fresh cup before setting about pulling porcelain containers from the fridge and dishing up three plates. Dainty portions for herself, twice that for David, and almost twice again that for Jack. Super soldier metabolisms and such, with an emphasis on the vegetables to make up for lost time. Asparagus (or the closest alien equivalent) steamed with garlic and a bit of olive(-ish) oil beside the bread dumplings covered in gravy, and framed in veal(?) sausage. They're making do just fine here, even on an alien planet. Most foods they would be familiar with seemed to be transplanted or recreated here, or near enough.
Hearing such a familiar turn of her name still plucks at her, tugging at that little twinge in her chest that makes itself known nearly every time she wakes to find him still there, that it wasn't just an extended dream— every time her fingertips pass over his shoulders as she walks by or she hears his voice no longer hindered by the mask, something she's still getting used to. And realizing too late that she hadn't had the chance to ever really speak of her relationship with her commanders or many of her fellow agents, if the quirk of his brow was any indication once Jack's speaking up.
But David answers before she can as he settles at the island counter once more, and she doesn't bother to hide her smile, crinkling the corners of her eyes and flashing teeth as she busies herself reheating the dishes to dole out. ]
See? I've made excellent friends here, Jack, and they already know me so well. It's no trouble at all to see some hot food in either of you. [ Perhaps a bit of discussion is in order to ease the tension, let Jack find himself somewhere to sit and learn a little more about her friendship with the near-stranger in her kitchen. ] I met Snake only a few days after we'd arrived— we ran into each other at the gym and saw each other nearly every day since. We've all had our adventures here, no?
He also helped me with Eiger; with his training and just... owning a dog. He's been a dear friend to me. And he's had my back whenever something has gone awry.
[ Certainly something to be thankful for, and hopefully shed a little more light on their dynamic. That he's a trusted companion of hers, and that they've fought together. That she has a measure of his skill and professionalism without divulging anything terribly personal one way or another. There are few enough she can say that for here, even amongst her fellow agents. The food doesn't take terribly long and soon enough she's setting a steaming plate before David, settling her own down beside it, and offering Jack his. Even if he chose to sit at the dining table, he'd nearly be within arm's reach of the stools and they won't be sitting far apart, with her seat turning to face them both equally. If he's at the bar as well, she'll place herself between them. ]