Seems that being put in a blissful state doesn't keep one from having emotional responses to what's being said about you. There's something strangely heartening about seeing the fight in her, about seeing her pride, and he has no idea what she'd said to Darkstalker, but it probably wasn't nice.
The General Count. What a title. He listens, doing his best to parse everything that's being said even if part of him still feels an incredible guilt from it, and then there's the way her gaze moves to him, not just passing over him, but definitely looking to him. There's a smile, curving at her lips, and he knows immediately that she can't be thinking of him. She is thinking of Maine.
If Maine meant so much to her, if she meant so much to Maine, there's no way that Maine wouldn't come bursting back here to try and get her back -- he knows him well enough to understand that. He and York have to talk to figure a way out of here before Maine gets himself killed.
That last comment, directed at Zahal, might draw a bit of a smile from him.
"It doesn't sound like she's your biggest fan," he says, dry, amused -- and immediately regrets it. Smiling, jesting at her interrogation. God. This is almost too clean, for what it is. He's done a lot worse himself, shot people in front of their friends, threatened them with guns and knives, and there isn't any blood or screaming here but that just makes it all too easy to forget how cruel it still is. A breath, recentering himself. "The General Count apparently doesn't expect women to fight, but they'd still let her come here."
Just offering an observation. He doesn't like helping, but maybe if he can keep them focused on this, just on things about her relation with the Barrayans, they're likely to find more of what's useful to them -- while avoiding any of her own secrets from her own world. Maybe.
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The General Count. What a title. He listens, doing his best to parse everything that's being said even if part of him still feels an incredible guilt from it, and then there's the way her gaze moves to him, not just passing over him, but definitely looking to him. There's a smile, curving at her lips, and he knows immediately that she can't be thinking of him. She is thinking of Maine.
If Maine meant so much to her, if she meant so much to Maine, there's no way that Maine wouldn't come bursting back here to try and get her back -- he knows him well enough to understand that. He and York have to talk to figure a way out of here before Maine gets himself killed.
That last comment, directed at Zahal, might draw a bit of a smile from him.
"It doesn't sound like she's your biggest fan," he says, dry, amused -- and immediately regrets it. Smiling, jesting at her interrogation. God. This is almost too clean, for what it is. He's done a lot worse himself, shot people in front of their friends, threatened them with guns and knives, and there isn't any blood or screaming here but that just makes it all too easy to forget how cruel it still is. A breath, recentering himself. "The General Count apparently doesn't expect women to fight, but they'd still let her come here."
Just offering an observation. He doesn't like helping, but maybe if he can keep them focused on this, just on things about her relation with the Barrayans, they're likely to find more of what's useful to them -- while avoiding any of her own secrets from her own world. Maybe.