I'd fly, back home. Here... [ she shrugs slightly ] I guess I don't have much of an answer. Casey's been teaching me some different ways to fight, I'll go get drinks with Haymitch sometimes... that's about it.
Unfortunately. [ She really would like to fly, but she also knows that if she went out in one, she may not come back. There's not enough fuel to really get anywhere, but sometimes it's tempting. ]
[ York's pretty easygoing so the mention of whatever happened to end his career merely dims his smile a bit, and he picks up his drink and slams back a larger swallow. He's glad to be able to pass it off as being connected to his eye. That's an easier explanation than the truth. ]
[ Fry has to shake her head, has to take another drink. She doesn't understand it, especially on this ship. York is newer, she reminds herself. He hasn't been trapped in his own worst nightmare on this ship, hasn't nearly been brainwashed. ]
Sometimes being happy isn't the right response, either, [ she finally offers up, firmly not thinking about Owens, about the crash, about people disappearing to worlds that weren't necessarily any better. ]
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Well, now you can add getting drinks with York to your list, [he adds, teasing.]
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I guess I can.
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Hey, yeah, I'll check into that, too. 'M sure I'll find something.
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[ She's sort of warming up to this "break" idea. ]
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[ He takes another good-sized draft of his drink. ]
So what'd you do where you came from? Seems like a lot of the people who've ended up in leadership positions did something similar at home already.
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I worked for a shipping company, flying a merchant vessel, her cargo, and her passengers to different systems.
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I did catch on to that, yeah.
I loved working out in space. It was, uh...
[ oh yeah, he's been avoiding telling people about exactly what happened to prevent that. ]
It's been a little while since I've had that. I missed it.
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[ Of course, she was just the docking pilot on Hunter-Gratzner... but still. ]
Did that change after your eye or before?
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[ York's pretty easygoing so the mention of whatever happened to end his career merely dims his smile a bit, and he picks up his drink and slams back a larger swallow. He's glad to be able to pass it off as being connected to his eye. That's an easier explanation than the truth. ]
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And now we're here.
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I make an effort to make it the right word. 'f I ever get depressed then something's wrong up in here, okay.
[ He gestures at his own head when he says this, and he's not joking. That's pretty clear. ]
Least that's how I see it.
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Sometimes being happy isn't the right response, either, [ she finally offers up, firmly not thinking about Owens, about the crash, about people disappearing to worlds that weren't necessarily any better. ]
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