after the brig

[hallelujahpilot]

Trudy has spent two weeks surrounded by walls. One was glass, but it had a view of the rest of the brig. She kept herself occupied as best she can, but four walls. Not flying, not running, not really walking. Four walls, when she's gotten so used to being outside on the science sorties.

When she arrives at Milliways (after going to her quarters, after showering and pulling on shorts and a t-shirt and washing her hair to try and get the smell of the brig out of it) Trudy doesn't stick around inside.

She heads straight for the back door, and climbs a tree.

Not very high, but it's enough.

She's outside, she has a few, and under her bare feet, she has bark. Not silky cement, not cold metal, but living bark.

(she can breathe, now)

Comments

[hallelujahpilot]

"If I start screamin', wake me up," she says. Her logic is more 'so I don't wake anyone else up' than anything else. "And, you know, don't get offend if I forget who you are for a sec."

In other words - keep clear of her hands, too.

"But otherwise, just let me come 'round."

[one_man_army]

"All right."

He glances towards the horizon.

"Same goes for me. Just...keep yourself safe, 'fore everything."

[hallelujahpilot]

"Will do." Then she huffs a laugh, moves close to bump her head against his shoulder as they walk. "We're a right pair, aren't we?"

[one_man_army]

"Seems so," he agrees.

Something else almost slips from his mouth, but he doesn't even show the almost-admission on his face. But he'll think about it for awhile as they head inside.

"You eaten yet?"

Other than brig cuisine, he does not say.

[hallelujahpilot]

"Nope. Didn't even really think about it." Mostly, because she'd been in such a hurry to get outside. "You?"

She's eating regardless, but be nice to know if he's joining her, or if he's stuck just watching her.

[one_man_army]

"Nope," he says. "I was actually thinkin' 'bout borrowin' the kitchens and makin' somethin' for myself, instead of havin' the rats do it."

He smiles.

"I could be persuaded t'cook for two. If you'd be interested?"

[hallelujahpilot]

"And he cooks!" She says, with a dramatic flourish of her spare hand before pausing and looking at him with a grin.

"I'm interested."

[one_man_army]

"Just what are you interested in for dinner?"

He can cook lots of things. That's what happens when you're single for years.

[hallelujahpilot]

"At this point, anythin' that isn't processed to hell an' back, and actually comes from Earth."

[one_man_army]

"Well then, you're in luck, 'cause I happen to specialize in that sort of cookin'."