[ So it was Tarn. If Miles had gone to Ratchet after all to ask after who the woman was who took Sonia, he'd likely know about him by now. Wouldn't hurt to check. Wouldn't hurt to be doubly sure if Miles' secret had left any impression at all in Tarn's head . . . But there's really no way to ask Natasha to do that without giving away the secret in the first place. Tarn had tortured a friend of Ratchet's to insanity. That's more than enough reason for Wash to be wary of him, when he knows so very intimately just what being tortured to insanity really means.
Part of him wants to press the issue with Sonia, and he might, maybe later -- but they both know she won't listen when it comes down to it. She's technically taking orders from him here, yes, but if their roles were reversed, well. Wash would likely to be doing the same as she is. Willing to take risks, compromising cover, going too far . . . ]
Byerly's trustworthy. Just an ass. But he's capable, and we'll likely need both of you to coordinate with us for a plan. Really, if we can get Sonia and Micah, that would be ideal, wouldn't it. Do we know what the good doctor thinks of our captured princess?
[ And then, ah. He's immediately distracted, because that. That sounds terrible. ]
They aren't using the ba anymore, then. They're using you, and anyone else that volunteers. Under the guise of helping you regain what you've lost. [ How lowly they must think of the exotics. The look he gives her is sharp, reprimanding, you know volunteering is a risk, Natasha, but it fades into just plain worry after a few moments, folding his arms over his chest, fingers drumming against one arm. ] Of all the things we know Cetaganda is capable of, genetic engineering is their damn specialty. Giving them free rein . . .
[ His lips press into a thin line. He remembers Jasper, desperate as she was to regain the strength she'd lost. Deanna, that Natasha mentioned before, the one who lost her empathetic powers . . . He's choosing not to address the part about Natasha saying it might be her fault. He'll hear her out if she elaborates, but he's focusing more on the what than the how, right now. ]
I would've liked you to keep an eye on that project, but maybe not quite so first-hand. [ A slight, wry smile, but it doesn't really cut through the worry in his expression, fading quickly into just a weary sigh. ] Tashka, are you sure you actually know what they're doing with you? Would you know if something was wrong?
[ He still doesn't trust York's damn eye. Let alone this. ]
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Part of him wants to press the issue with Sonia, and he might, maybe later -- but they both know she won't listen when it comes down to it. She's technically taking orders from him here, yes, but if their roles were reversed, well. Wash would likely to be doing the same as she is. Willing to take risks, compromising cover, going too far . . . ]
Byerly's trustworthy. Just an ass. But he's capable, and we'll likely need both of you to coordinate with us for a plan. Really, if we can get Sonia and Micah, that would be ideal, wouldn't it. Do we know what the good doctor thinks of our captured princess?
[ And then, ah. He's immediately distracted, because that. That sounds terrible. ]
They aren't using the ba anymore, then. They're using you, and anyone else that volunteers. Under the guise of helping you regain what you've lost. [ How lowly they must think of the exotics. The look he gives her is sharp, reprimanding, you know volunteering is a risk, Natasha, but it fades into just plain worry after a few moments, folding his arms over his chest, fingers drumming against one arm. ] Of all the things we know Cetaganda is capable of, genetic engineering is their damn specialty. Giving them free rein . . .
[ His lips press into a thin line. He remembers Jasper, desperate as she was to regain the strength she'd lost. Deanna, that Natasha mentioned before, the one who lost her empathetic powers . . . He's choosing not to address the part about Natasha saying it might be her fault. He'll hear her out if she elaborates, but he's focusing more on the what than the how, right now. ]
I would've liked you to keep an eye on that project, but maybe not quite so first-hand. [ A slight, wry smile, but it doesn't really cut through the worry in his expression, fading quickly into just a weary sigh. ] Tashka, are you sure you actually know what they're doing with you? Would you know if something was wrong?
[ He still doesn't trust York's damn eye. Let alone this. ]