[The short sound she makes- approval or agreement, doesn't matter. Not nearly as much as the way she watches him. Looking for a sign he's guessing at what she's got to say. Expecting the worst. But he's blank enough and she doesn't think-
She blinks once, looks away long enough to compose herself into something more certain before she turns to face him again, back straight.]
That's the one.
[And there's no normal way to bring this up. No sensible course of action here because this isn't a sensible place and half of the time she's scrambling to keep her feet under herself. She was managing. Getting better. But it could still throw her for a loop.]
That a yes, then? [She can't recall if he reads the files. Probably, he liked to read, and he didn't have John Crichton's sense of decency. But he hadn't said no.]
no subject
She blinks once, looks away long enough to compose herself into something more certain before she turns to face him again, back straight.]
That's the one.
[And there's no normal way to bring this up. No sensible course of action here because this isn't a sensible place and half of the time she's scrambling to keep her feet under herself. She was managing. Getting better. But it could still throw her for a loop.]
That a yes, then? [She can't recall if he reads the files. Probably, he liked to read, and he didn't have John Crichton's sense of decency. But he hadn't said no.]