Stars are out tonight, all the world seems to just drift on by

[totallytrustworthy]

Date & Time: October 5th, 6pm
Location: somewhere in the vast network of hallways
Characters: Chloe Frazer + Koltira Deathweaver
Summary: http://i.imgur.com/O53Zws0.jpg
Warnings: Language, mild emotional constipation, scotch

[She doesn't expect to bump into him there, rounding the corner on her way to the northernmost row of apartments. Both Charlie and Chloe (possibly due to the flat they lost back on earth, or the fact that they'd been lost in time during the shift) are stuck napping on crates or in chairs till they pop the lock on a spare room. Scouting out a potential space for it keeps her mind focused on something other than building frustration peppered with a dose of Jesus-Christ-we're-actually-on-the-moon borne panic.

Chloe's shoulder slams straight into the side of his pauldron with about as little grace as humanly possible.]

--shit, sorry. Too bloody distracted to  [--wait--]  Koltira?

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[deadelfwalking]

What would you have happen?

[He steps so that he's in front of her, looking into her eyes.]

What would you have us do?

[totallytrustworthy]

[It takes her by surprise how quick he is to step in, tension in her shoulders drawing up a tad before she forces out a smile-- eyes flicking over towards a random spot on the wall before meeting his again.]

Nothing, mate. Christ.

Do I look like the sort of person that's capable of something that massive?

[deadelfwalking]

[He doesn't even hesitate.]

Yes.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Not what she was expecting to hear, either. Because she's not-- or at least she's never been. For god's sake the only time she ever stood up to a war criminal was when he was her bloody boss. And he'd already realized she'd been double crossing him. But the thought that here she might be?

Well, she just doesn't know how to swallow it.]

Don't kid yourself, darling. Come on.

[deadelfwalking]

You looked away as you replied. It is the classic mark of a liar. Which I also know you to be, regardless.

[Ain't judging. Just saying.]

[totallytrustworthy]

It was me being shocked that you think I give enough of a damn to risk my own neck for the sake of someone I don't know. [The liar comment-- she lets that one go. Too true to bother denying.] Little too old for all that bravado.

[deadelfwalking]

[His ears twitch.]

Do not play this game with me. I have no patience for it.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Fair point.]

Koltira, I don't know, okay? Seriously. I don't. [ There's just too much to factor in, anyway. Things she hasn't considered or thought herself capable of. Risk and reward and-- Christ, she doesn't know where to start.] I won't pretend to like the mess we're in, but just in case you haven't noticed, I'm not the 'fires of rebellion' sort.

[deadelfwalking]

[He thinks Chloe PRETENDS to be that way, sure. But it's no use pressing the matter just now.]

I think you know more than you want to say. But I will not push you.

[totallytrustworthy]

Yeah well, if more comes of it, I'll tell you. [And get punched square in the jaw for it probably, but she will.] Right now I'm just...

I dunno, darling, it's all so hard to watch. How far we've fallen.

[deadelfwalking]

[His gaze flicks to his own COLD, DEAD, MURDERER'S HANDS.]

You'll get used to it.

[totallytrustworthy]

Hey. [Chloe sets her hands over his. Look at these precious motherfuckers.] You shouldn't have to.

[deadelfwalking]

[He shakes his head.]

I already am, Chloe.

[Mostly.]

[totallytrustworthy]

You? Nah. [There's a squeeze for emphasis just before she lets go of those heavy gauntlets, aiming to press pass and continue the search for someplace suitable to hole up in.] You're too bloody stubborn to get used to anything.

[deadelfwalking]

Ten years as what I am can wear down any resolve.

[He lets her go. He's sure there's more to her current attitude than she's telling, but he can wait. For now.]