"Conspiracy theory is a habit it's kinda hard to break," he admits, with a laugh that comes very easily because it's shared with a hell of a bombshell over a drink. Even if it is in a bar in space he never intended to be in.
"But maybe I could try."
There could be worse places to find himself.
He's spent the past 138 years learning some of them.
And Zinda Blake has got a hell of a smile, one he can't not return, winking at her over his drink.
"They teach us that in training." He pauses a beat. "But I already knew."
One finger strokes the side of his glass for a moment before he leans across to her, smiling again; just because she's offered to answer questions is no reason to break off the flirtation, after all.
"You know just where it is that we've got this liberty, then? Looks like a spaceship to me."
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"But maybe I could try."
There could be worse places to find himself.
He's spent the past 138 years learning some of them.
And Zinda Blake has got a hell of a smile, one he can't not return, winking at her over his drink.
"They teach us that in training." He pauses a beat. "But I already knew."
One finger strokes the side of his glass for a moment before he leans across to her, smiling again; just because she's offered to answer questions is no reason to break off the flirtation, after all.
"You know just where it is that we've got this liberty, then? Looks like a spaceship to me."