"People first. Anything. Height, build, type of clothes, how they walked, any discernible marks or tattoos. Left handed or right handed?" It occurred to Will that he expected at least one assailant was a southpaw. Sinking into his shoes required almost no effort, not while he was looking at her. He could be miserable about this later. There was enough to be miserable about without including personal issues. He shook his head in a slight jerk, clearing it. "Would you prefer to write the events down?"
"Not sure i could write." she was left handed so at least she had that going for her right now but she wasn’t sure she could focus enough on the words. "First guy was bald I think. He was probably six foot four with a tattoo on his hand. Who even does that?" she wondered idly. "Well built but with an average face. They all had average faces. His eyes were blue. His hair was probably dark brown but, like I said, shaved." she shifted on the bed, head dropping down to look at her feet.
"The other guy was thin and wirey. He had glasses and brown eyes. Brown hair that was kind of curly." she brought her hand up to curl her fingers into her hair while the other remained limp on the bed in it’s brace. "He was smaller but worse. Much worse." she closed her eyes and flopped her head back. "The last guy looked like he walked out of a business magazine. White, short hair that was styled like he didn’t have a tire iron in his hand, and a slight pooch to his stomach. He was probably about one eighty five though." she honestly couldn’t describe anything about their faces and that was troublesome to her. "Brown eyes, blondish hair." she shut her mouth, making it clear she was done talking.
He took her hand in return, wondering how long he could count on euphoria, how long he could put off the responsibility of warning her about all the ways he was essentially screwed up. Not even in a self-deprecating way; and god knew he didn’t want her to leave. Just be forewarned, forearmed.
Not yet. His returning smile was honest.
She let out a soft sigh and laced her fingers in his. He didn’t know how messed up she was and she wasn’t sure she was okay with the secrets. The ones she harbored and the ones she knew he did as well. She wasn’t naive enough to believe that this would go perfectly but she let hope carry her. At least for a little while. “Am I driving or do you want to? OR should be go separately?”
Sentence meme (Bruised and Broken)
“Because I know I’m not in trouble.”
He smiled a little as she bowed, repeating the action so that she wouldn’t look too much of an idiot. “It’s fine, I appreciate the gesture. I suppose I should be heading on, lunch doesn’t last much longer and I shouldn’t be late.”
"You’re good people." she mumbled and nodded. "If you’re late just come back to me. I’ll give you a note, no worries." she smiled and patted his arm gently. "Enjoy lunch."
"Ah, wow, that sucks. Sucks to be you."
"You’d think. It’s just a fuse though. It should take less than a minute to fix." she was a computer engineer when she wasn’t teaching, not a moron.
The ordeal she had been through was clearly having an effect on her. She was exhausted, yet she fought the natural urge to give in to the exhaustion and rest. The lieutenant certainly needed it, and Spock couldn’t understand why she would not simply close her eyes and take advantage of the quiet of the desert during their walk.
He obliged her her wish, feeling it would calm her enough to sleep. “Very well. I shall tell you the story of my journey into Vulcan’s Forge. I was a young boy of the age of eight at the time. Earlier that day I had been accosted by my fellow students. Their harassment led to an altercation the likes of which I had desperately trying to avoid, and resulted in my being disciplined. I recall my mother and father arguing at the other end of the hall where I sat waiting to be talked to. It only added to my guilt. When my father questioned me I could not tell him fully what motivated me to strike my fellow students.” His voice dropped. “I could not tell him that they had called my mother a whore.”
"Wow, what a bunch of assbuckets." she muttered, nuzzling closer to him as her eyes drooped shut again. "I would have told him. He probably would have been upset too. I mean, in a very dignified Vulcan way anyways." she tried not to snicker at that and was failing miserably. The sun beating down on her was turning her pale skin red but she could hardly feel the sunburn forming. She was going to fall asleep and there was no more fighting it. "I bet your mom was pretty." she mumbled. "And nice. Mom’s are supposed to be pretty and nice. And sing good."
Spock wouldn’t tell her that he was secretly glad to have a glimpse into her mind like that. It was so very hard to understand all that motivated his human peers, what shaped them into the people they were. Having even a single piece of that puzzle revealed to him made relating to them easier to do. Of course he didn’t expect everyone to reveal personal information about themselves the way she unintentionally had, and therefore many of those he interacted with got the same clinical, stereotypical Vulcan treatment.
The words reached Spock in much the same manner as it did to Charlie. Their eyes locked, a mutual shock in their gaze. “If the words we hear are accurate, then the natives of the planet we are orbiting are in some need of help.”
Shutting his eyes and focusing on their mental link, Spock attempted to communicate back to their unknown speakers. 'We can hear you but are unable to fully understand your words. Are your people in some kind of crisis?'
‘The water has gone. All the water has gone. Star people bring water?' Charlie's first thought was towards how impossible that was. There was water down there, she'd seen it through the window earlier. The planet was a Class M planet. But if a severe drought hit on inland area's it made sense. 'Please help, Star People.’ Charlie looked at Spock and frowned.
"Commander, id there’s a drought we should help right?" she asked, brows furrowing. "At least, that’s what it sounds like to me anyways." she could be wrong, something else could be happening on the planet but she couldn’t know for sure. They could just be translating the words wrong. She wouldn’t know until she got down there. If she got down there.
Sentence meme (Bruised and Broken)
“Because I know I’m not in trouble.”
He was a teenage boy who was trying to prove himself in this new school so being compared to a little girl was going to hurt. But it was logical, she was being teased for her accent just like he was. It was only meant to comfort him, he wasn’t alone in all of this. “No, no, I get it. Thanks.”
"Sorry." she gave a little half bow, an awkward gesture meant to calm him that really only resulted in her looking more like an idiot. Or, feeling like one anyways. "I have an IQ or 179 and yet I still manage to look like a fuc-fricken dweeb. Way to go."
"You’re no help." She lets out a huff in annoyance. "Gah, why am I wasting my time with a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent anyway? Excuse me but i’ve gotta scidaddle."
"Consultant. Not agent. And you just claimed to be a SHIELD agent yourself so…?" she gave an awkward shrug. "Not sure what you were expecting here. Or what your story is for that matter."