"Glad to hear it Sir." Heartless it might have been, but Jane was grateful the Douglas had survived another day. It did little for the crews of the destroyed ships, but not knowing their names helped her to distance herself from the dead. Once her own apathy would have worried her. Now, it was simply another way to stay sane. If she died that day she wouldn't have expected anything more. Reluctantly she pulled out the bench, taking a seat opposite the Commander.
No doubt he wanted an explanation. She would have if she'd been in his position. What could she tell him? That she'd been wrong? That Liberty was worth the sacrifice? Partial answers, of course, and no more then a half-baked recruit could have told him. No, it wasn't the time or the place. And she still didn't entirely trust the man before her. Their last meeting had begun with them both pointing guns and each other and Jane wasn't entirely convinced that, if not for the intervention of a certain Marine Colonel, it wouldn't have ended that way too. She met Sius' gaze and simply shook her head, tight-lipped. Explanations would have to wait.
The bench issused a small squeal as Jane shifted, confirming her guess. Metal. At any rate, it was more stable then the bar chairs. A plus, if a small one.
"Didn't expect to see me? Your aide nearly sent me into the top shelf. Last I checked, it's nowhere near late enough for that to look good."
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