Date: 2010-05-02 04:49 am (UTC)
Grace's eyes narrow slightly.

She hadn't been expecting that. Just how much information do they give these damn soldiers, anyway?


"Then you know I'm too goddamn old to be taking orders from some kid fresh out of high school."



Beat.





"But. You've got the pilot's license. And I'm not going to miss my fucking Hexapedes."

No pun intended.


The lighter gets pocketed, and Grace turns her back on Trudy and climbs aboard the Samson, sticking her unlit cigarette behind her ear.
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