[ Ana greets him in arabic as usual, but she leaves her things by the door and comes over to where he's cleaning his gun. She pulls up a chair to one side of the desk, picks up a part of his pulse rifle, and begins to help, just for something to do with her hands.
Angela isn't dead or injured, just asleep, but there's no knowing if or when she's going to wake up again. ]
I don't understand it. She wasn't a threat to them - she was trying to cooperate!
[ Their conversation picks up right where it left off. When you've known each other as long as the two of them have, there usually isn't much need for pleasantries or small talk. It's true that Angela isn't in immediate danger, but Jack isn't willing to say that she's safe, either.
He shakes his head. He doesn't get it either. ]
She's not the only one it's happened to, not by a long shot. I don't think the Orbiters have given a good explanation for why yet. But I knew we couldn't trust them.
[ Angela wouldn't have wanted this. She had been trying to help people, just as she always did, so why would they have interrupted that? ]
[ She's a sharpshooter - she doesn't like the idea of being unable to lead her shots. But more than that, she doesn't like the idea of Jack or any of the others returning to their pods suddenly, for no reason at all.
She turns the piece of the pulse rifle over in her hands, looking through it. And here she'd thought she'd seen the last of this kind of thing. At least this time it's a new and interesting kind of grief. ]
I don't know if there's much about this situation that we can predict.
[ Their world is gone, ravaged by some storm that they couldn't begin to understand. The Orbiters only told them the bare minimum before dumping them onto this planet to make their own way.
He isn't any more comfortable with this than Ana, but he'd kept some distance from Angela for a reason. He should probably regret not getting to tell her about who he really was, but maybe this is for the best.
His hands slide deftly over the various pieces of his disassembled gun, and then he begins to put it back together again. They rebuild, they bounce back. Always. ]
All we can do is keep an eye on her. [ To make sure there's no foul play going on. ]
[ It would be difficult to change a world that they barely know, and Jack has no interest in trying to repeat old mistakes.
The gun will be reassembled in a matter of minutes, so it's no surprise that Ana wants something else to do with her hands.
There's a slight pause before Jack nods. ] Sure.
[ He's developed a taste for tea after spending so much time with Ana, and while he doesn't know that it really does much to calm him, it also isn't going to hurt anything. ]
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Angela isn't dead or injured, just asleep, but there's no knowing if or when she's going to wake up again. ]
I don't understand it. She wasn't a threat to them - she was trying to cooperate!
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He shakes his head. He doesn't get it either. ]
She's not the only one it's happened to, not by a long shot. I don't think the Orbiters have given a good explanation for why yet. But I knew we couldn't trust them.
[ Angela wouldn't have wanted this. She had been trying to help people, just as she always did, so why would they have interrupted that? ]
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[ She's a sharpshooter - she doesn't like the idea of being unable to lead her shots. But more than that, she doesn't like the idea of Jack or any of the others returning to their pods suddenly, for no reason at all.
She turns the piece of the pulse rifle over in her hands, looking through it. And here she'd thought she'd seen the last of this kind of thing. At least this time it's a new and interesting kind of grief. ]
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[ Their world is gone, ravaged by some storm that they couldn't begin to understand. The Orbiters only told them the bare minimum before dumping them onto this planet to make their own way.
He isn't any more comfortable with this than Ana, but he'd kept some distance from Angela for a reason. He should probably regret not getting to tell her about who he really was, but maybe this is for the best.
His hands slide deftly over the various pieces of his disassembled gun, and then he begins to put it back together again. They rebuild, they bounce back. Always. ]
All we can do is keep an eye on her. [ To make sure there's no foul play going on. ]
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She hands a piece back to Jack and watches his hands work.
They don't try to change the world anymore, these days, but they fix what they can. ]
Do you want some tea?
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The gun will be reassembled in a matter of minutes, so it's no surprise that Ana wants something else to do with her hands.
There's a slight pause before Jack nods. ] Sure.
[ He's developed a taste for tea after spending so much time with Ana, and while he doesn't know that it really does much to calm him, it also isn't going to hurt anything. ]
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In the end, it's just one more visit to make when she's back at the station. Things will settle back into whatever passes for normal. ]