On this particular afternoon, Kaidan Alenko can be found where he's been a fixture for the past few days: in the exotic's room of the barracks, cozied up to a lap reader and reading through the results of a morning spent feverishly sending off search queries about everything from Nexus politics to wormhole science. (One hopes the Cetagandans aren't on a capped bandwidth monthly internet plan.) He's yet to volunteer himself as a worker for the Cetagandans, taking full advantage of their offer to let the exotics stay rent free in an attempt to delay having to make an overt statement of support for them.
This doesn't mean that he's going to pass up the opportunity to wave down York when he spots him. "How's life on the other side of the science lab door?" is an amiable enough greeting.
The Observer: Kaidan and Sans
If there are Cetagandan eyes watching the exotics' bunkroom, they're ones that Daryl and Kaidan have been demonstrably unable to find. Even if the cameras are there, the casual transfer of a pass between its rightful owner and the inquisitive Canadian snoop now in possession of it was done with bodies screening it from the view of most potential cameras.
Of course, this fails to account for the eyes of other exotics in the room. Kaidan has resumed going through his comconsole finds, cagey enough in the art of sneaking around to not immediately bolt straight for the wormhole lab. There's time enough for a curious and observant sort to go ask questions.
The Obstruction: Kaidan, Sans and Symmetra
"Y'know," says Kaidan with quiet philosophy as he and Sans walk inside the wind shadow of the generator buildings, for what shelter from the cold that offers. "It's just as well you joined me. Two exotics out for a stroll... well, we're just two exotics out for a stroll, aren't we?"
Two exotics out for a stroll that's conveniently missed all foot patrols, and has stopped in the lee of every building between them and the R&D labs ahead to wait for any passing Cetagandans on other business to walk by without seeing them. Just... a nice little stroll.
The Action: Kaidan, Sans and Symmetra
With his solo mission now a three man squad, one of which is vociferously opposed to the whole idea, Kaidan is now looking each of his thirty six years, plus a few more years borrowed from somewhere else. Exasperation is clear in his posture, and one hand has thoroughly tousled the hair at his temples in repeated fidgets... but the pass from York has worked, the three of them have ducked safely into a networking closet to dodge the last, late-night workers, and he's now in a position to give her a slightly challenging lift of his chin, and the suggestion of "You take first crack at that subsystem. If you're serious about believing proof if we find it, that is."
Team Eta (+York for one thread)
On this particular afternoon, Kaidan Alenko can be found where he's been a fixture for the past few days: in the exotic's room of the barracks, cozied up to a lap reader and reading through the results of a morning spent feverishly sending off search queries about everything from Nexus politics to wormhole science. (One hopes the Cetagandans aren't on a capped bandwidth monthly internet plan.) He's yet to volunteer himself as a worker for the Cetagandans, taking full advantage of their offer to let the exotics stay rent free in an attempt to delay having to make an overt statement of support for them.
This doesn't mean that he's going to pass up the opportunity to wave down York when he spots him. "How's life on the other side of the science lab door?" is an amiable enough greeting.
The Observer: Kaidan and Sans
If there are Cetagandan eyes watching the exotics' bunkroom, they're ones that Daryl and Kaidan have been demonstrably unable to find. Even if the cameras are there, the casual transfer of a pass between its rightful owner and the inquisitive Canadian snoop now in possession of it was done with bodies screening it from the view of most potential cameras.
Of course, this fails to account for the eyes of other exotics in the room. Kaidan has resumed going through his comconsole finds, cagey enough in the art of sneaking around to not immediately bolt straight for the wormhole lab. There's time enough for a curious and observant sort to go ask questions.
The Obstruction: Kaidan, Sans and Symmetra
"Y'know," says Kaidan with quiet philosophy as he and Sans walk inside the wind shadow of the generator buildings, for what shelter from the cold that offers. "It's just as well you joined me. Two exotics out for a stroll... well, we're just two exotics out for a stroll, aren't we?"
Two exotics out for a stroll that's conveniently missed all foot patrols, and has stopped in the lee of every building between them and the R&D labs ahead to wait for any passing Cetagandans on other business to walk by without seeing them. Just... a nice little stroll.
The Action: Kaidan, Sans and Symmetra
With his solo mission now a three man squad, one of which is vociferously opposed to the whole idea, Kaidan is now looking each of his thirty six years, plus a few more years borrowed from somewhere else. Exasperation is clear in his posture, and one hand has thoroughly tousled the hair at his temples in repeated fidgets... but the pass from York has worked, the three of them have ducked safely into a networking closet to dodge the last, late-night workers, and he's now in a position to give her a slightly challenging lift of his chin, and the suggestion of "You take first crack at that subsystem. If you're serious about believing proof if we find it, that is."