![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
[link edited]
Vila Restal froze as a certain colleague's gaze fell upon him. The Liberator's newest crewmember, Cally of Auron, had entered the flight-deck, and even without turning round to see her, he could tell. Quiet and watchful and damned creepy, she was, this failed alien guerilla whose former comrades were all dead. Bad luck for sure. Why did Roj Blake have to bring her on board anyway?
She sat down at her station, behind and above where he was sitting, and continued to watch him. He could tell. Could feel it. She said nothing, and he in turn did not acknowledge her.
He endured the weight of her stare for a minute or two, then began to sweat.
Still she waited. Waited for him to crack! No - there was no way she could know what he'd done - Dammit, he'd replaced with excrutiating care everything he'd examined in her room - including the five strategically-placed hairs: outer door, fresher door, closet door, bedside table-
Wait a moment: Five hairs? He'd only seen and replaced four!
That fancy skittered around his head, adrenaline-fueled. Five hairs...five hairs... A stray memory meandered through. The old, tattered rucksack, stood against the closet door-
Yeah, he'd carefully moved it over to get at the closet, then placed it perfectly back-
Not perfectly.
Vila swallowed in a suddenly dry mouth. The feeling of imminent menace that had accompanied that realization....thought...? Had he--?
And he quite suddenly couldn't bear it any longer. He turned his head, sending his best fear-grin behind him. "Oh, hi, Cally; didn't hear you there..."
Her head was slightly tilted, a dispassionate, mildly curious expression on her face. Vila the bug.
"L-look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't take anything! I was just curious!!" Out of his mouth it leapt and he flinched in horror.
When he dared look at her again, a little smile graced her face as she nodded. "Of course not. If you had, we would not have had this pleasant conversation."
He stared at her, wide-eyed.
She nodded again, then gracefully rose to her feet and left the flight-deck.
Vila dragged a sleeve across his forehead, and it came away damp.
"Right...not so failed after all. Got it."
Vila Restal froze as a certain colleague's gaze fell upon him. The Liberator's newest crewmember, Cally of Auron, had entered the flight-deck, and even without turning round to see her, he could tell. Quiet and watchful and damned creepy, she was, this failed alien guerilla whose former comrades were all dead. Bad luck for sure. Why did Roj Blake have to bring her on board anyway?
She sat down at her station, behind and above where he was sitting, and continued to watch him. He could tell. Could feel it. She said nothing, and he in turn did not acknowledge her.
He endured the weight of her stare for a minute or two, then began to sweat.
Still she waited. Waited for him to crack! No - there was no way she could know what he'd done - Dammit, he'd replaced with excrutiating care everything he'd examined in her room - including the five strategically-placed hairs: outer door, fresher door, closet door, bedside table-
Wait a moment: Five hairs? He'd only seen and replaced four!
That fancy skittered around his head, adrenaline-fueled. Five hairs...five hairs... A stray memory meandered through. The old, tattered rucksack, stood against the closet door-
Yeah, he'd carefully moved it over to get at the closet, then placed it perfectly back-
Not perfectly.
Vila swallowed in a suddenly dry mouth. The feeling of imminent menace that had accompanied that realization....thought...? Had he--?
And he quite suddenly couldn't bear it any longer. He turned his head, sending his best fear-grin behind him. "Oh, hi, Cally; didn't hear you there..."
Her head was slightly tilted, a dispassionate, mildly curious expression on her face. Vila the bug.
"L-look, I'm sorry, okay? I didn't take anything! I was just curious!!" Out of his mouth it leapt and he flinched in horror.
When he dared look at her again, a little smile graced her face as she nodded. "Of course not. If you had, we would not have had this pleasant conversation."
He stared at her, wide-eyed.
She nodded again, then gracefully rose to her feet and left the flight-deck.
Vila dragged a sleeve across his forehead, and it came away damp.
"Right...not so failed after all. Got it."
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
From:
no subject
Speaking of which, you got any of the old AH subs still lying around?
From:
no subject
So, it was only ever the women that got called by their first names, wasn't it?
From:
no subject