Time to intercept that fucker and make sure he doesn't get off-moon, then.
[She doesn't particularly care about the minutiae, honestly. What she really wanted was the intel. She couldn't admit, wouldn't admit it, but what if?
The constant question that plagues her day and night: what if? Odds were low that it had anything to do with her or her own unit, but anything is better than nothing.]
What's he look like?
[Except she's already swiping her own hand across his holo-screen.]
no subject
[She doesn't particularly care about the minutiae, honestly. What she really wanted was the intel. She couldn't admit, wouldn't admit it, but what if?
The constant question that plagues her day and night: what if? Odds were low that it had anything to do with her or her own unit, but anything is better than nothing.]
What's he look like?
[Except she's already swiping her own hand across his holo-screen.]