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"How exactly is that surprising?" She raised an eyebrow, amused. "It makes perfect sense if you think about it. I’m the one that found herself in unknown waters and you’re flying in familiar territory. But that’s been long gone and over. I just need to…" She cracked the knuckles on her left hand and sighed, "—find a release. Its’ the fact that I haven’t been so idle since I was sixteen that makes me tense." Her body, her mind are both aching for action, for a change of pace.

And when he’s suddenly talking about training, about just the thing she needs, her whole body reacted to it. Her chest tightened with a strange surge of hope and her body folded itself over with relief. Her head fell on the table with a thump, her hands crossing over it instinctively. She laughed rich and loud, so hard her whole upper body shook with tremors. She had approached him with hope that he’ll give her some light work, something she could distract herself with. This was better. “You have no idea what you just did to me. Shit James, I could kiss you.” She lifted her head, resting her chin on her folded arms and smiled. “Thank you. Thank you, seriously.”

"It's just that I tend to pull different reactions out of people. Especially women," he mused, jestingly. Naturally, he had an idea just in what position she was in. He'd been in about the same one before the UNSC had given him the RON. And now that he had a more busy position, he wished he would be a simple ODST again, fighting off covvies and the like like all the rest. "I get where you're coming from, no worries. Sitting ducks isn't something any soldier's fond of, it was the same for me just a year ago. It's just that the UNSC is fairly useless when it comes to keepin' their men fit."

The change in posture confused him momentarily, lips pursed as he watched, and eventually rolled his eyes and let out a small huff of relief. James hadn't been sure just how much help he could provide by pulling her into the crew like that, but it seemed his instincts hadn't wronged him after all. "Yeah yeah, I get that a lot." He waved his hand lightly, and gave a small laugh of his own. "Tch, it's fine. Can't have you just running round stealing my liquor without making any actual contributions, can I?"

"Never drink on Halloween. Regardless of the fun, the ship ain't puttin' itself in order.."

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"Colonel." She huffed a little, rolling her shoulders back to ease the tension off them. His crew had eased significantly around her, comparing to just a few months back. But she still felt uneasy, caged, like one little slip up would send her out of the airlock. "I am calm." She stated dryly, rolling her eyes at him and resting her chin on top of her palm. She resisted the urge to bring up her barrier, just to spite him.

She blinked once, twice, her body freezing in her current position. She was sure, certain she had heard him wrong. Maybe she’s dreaming, maybe she hit her head and this is a really nice hallucination. Maybe he has hit his head. “You’re shitting me.” She silently muttered, eyes growing wide with surprise. “Please don’t be shitting me. Please tell me you’re serious.”

"You're getting there. Though you're startin' to be even more tense than I am. Which, seeing as I'm supposedly the CO, isn't a good sign." But still, he could understand the tension. He'd felt more stiff and stuck in far less significant circumstances in the past, after all. Maybe she'd never fully loosen up aboard his ship, but he could still both hope and attempt to work towards that goal. But her stubborn nature would cause him quite a bit of stress in the future, he wagered. Though that was not necessarily a bad thing entirely.

Her reaction had him grin. Success. "Frankly, without offense, you might be a little old to start off as an ODST now, but that's mainly because they like to pick the young ones. I'm not really qualified to train you, I suppose, but I don't see any officials running around here. But as a regular recruit.. I don't think even the UNSC would complain about additional firearms." And perhaps it would help her settle in a little better. Despite the fact that he was well aware that she didn't want to do the such, she'd only end up draining herself more and more as time would go on if she simply sat around all day anyhow.

"Look." She clasped her hands on top of the table and leaned over. "Nothing serious happened. I was carrying my lunch to the room and cup of coffee when one of the crewmen suddenly ran into me. He seemed in a hurry so I offered to clean everything up. You might need to buy a few dishes if you sensitive about that stuff but I promise I didn’t use my blue magic on anybody." She smiled softly after that, tilting her head sideways.

"Yes, oh for the love of… please!” She fell back on her chair and turned her head upwards, muttering a quiet thank you to whoever gave the suggestion. “I am going insane here, please. I’ll do anything. Hell, I’ll cook just as long as I don’t have to stare at blank walls anymore. Did you know there are exactly 127 spots on the lounges ceiling?”

"..Commander." The corners of his mouth twitched into a light smirk, head shaking briefly as his arms folded before his chest. "If you'd done something worth reporting, I would have let you know. Now calm down, nobody complained about anything, I was jus' poking fun at you." He supposed that maybe being trapped on some strange ship far away from him didn't exactly make her the best with humour and eased little jests, so he merely waved his hand a little in addition to his words. "----but keep that blue stuff at bay in the future, too."

"Jeez, looks like someone's itching for action." A light chuckle was given in response, head nodding a few times. "Well, I'll send you to the training room and check your scores on the shooting range and maybe you'll be good to go on a few recon missions. Who knows, you might just even be cut out to be an ODST. That'd be one hell of a training, and you wouldn't get bored for a damn long time."

—-whoops, busted. “Did I say hallway incident?” She bit her lower lip sheepishly, feigning an innocent look. “What?”She dropped her act and shook her head quickly, slightly frustrated that he’d accuse her of harming the pilot. “No! He’s cool, I like him actually. And for the record, I didn’t tackle anyone.”

"....yeah. Very believable, Commander." A light sigh escaped the Helljumper at that, the mug of coffee he'd almost clutched previously ending up set on the table. "Well, yeah, I know. He'd probably not even report you if you did tackle him. But honestly, the crew's gotten pretty much used to your presence around here, some even suggested giving you work."

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"What?" Stunned, she leaned back, eyes blinking rapidly. "What did I do? Okay I take responsibility about the hallway incident but it’s not even completely my fault. He came out of nowhere."

"Easy Nora, it's called sarcasm." A light shrug was given in return, an eyebrow raising at the comment that had followed. "---wait. What hallway incident? Did you tackle the pilot? Tell me you didn't tackle the pilot."

"Question, have I not been a perfectly quiet and good prisoner so far?"

"Oh no, I've had nothing but complaints come in all week. I barely got any sleep."

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Shepard rolled her eyes and sat back onto the sofa. “I’m gonna start believing you about ripping anything but a wet tissue paper apart once you stop missing the point so much. And I already told you, I don’t plan on breaking anything. If I wanted to, I would have already done it.” Breaking free would be the first thing she would have done but life aboard the Ready or Not wasn’t half that bad. Oh, and she didn’t want to reactant her death in deep space. She laughed and leaned her head on the backrest, her eyes fixated on him. “That a threat? Careful, I’m not that easily seduced. A bigger effort than a sway of hips is required.”

She listened quietly, only nodding once. “I bet. She sounds like the kind of person I’d easily befriend.” Her gaze softened at his softer smirk and she picked up the bottle from the table, drinking some of it herself. “If ya wanna talk about her, I can listen.”

James gave a soft shrug. "One of my many talents. Blame the years of serving, people tend to be kind of straight with you. And hey, it's called being precautious and it never hurt anyone before." Not that he actually expected her to go around and damage any of the equipment; the pilot would have her head for that, as gentle a soul as he was, anybody who touched his ship was putting their life on thin ice. He quietly smirked to himself at that though. An eyebrow raised then, and he tilted his head upwards lightly. "Oh, trust my, my kind of hip-swaying would definitely do the trick. I'd just have to put enough effort in it."

His fingers drummed against the table once he finished talking, eyes drifting to the wall for a moment before they met hers again. "I'm done talking about her, actually." He waited for the bottle to be placed on the table again and commenced to take a sip of his own. "Besides, there isn't much to talk about. It's just loss. It happens. The possibility comes with marrying a soldier."

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"James! For christ sake you keep disappearing on me."

"-----oops? Well, I do have.. missions and all going on.

Sorry for the disappearance?"

'It'll be fun' they said. 'An easy mission' they said. Nobody mentioned bleeding stickies. Ugh.

"Bi-ot-ics." She stammered out, pouting. "It’s bad enough I was considered a freak where I came from, you could at least humor me and say the damn name right. Besides, the light show display was just a barrier, I wonder how you’d react if you saw what I could truly do." Goddamn shame she wasn’t allowed on the field with him, or have a shield. The combination of a charge and a nova would have a perfect demonstration of how deadly biotics could be. Damn shame, really. “Oh, I’m rushing for your kind and pretty words.” She chuckled but that soon died out when the atmosphere around them changed. She didn’t flinch, she expected nothing else but a harsh reaction from him. She hummed and reached for the bottle of whiskey she gave him. “She must have been one hell of woman to get you so smitten. Wish I would have met her.” She opened the bottle and handed it to him, no questions asked.

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"What-ev-er." He shrugged lightly. "People are considered freaks all the time. You try rip an alien apart and not have all your colleagues give you that weird glare, it's damn distracting. And creepy. And please don't break anything aboard, other than that do whatever, I really don't care how often you go human torch or why." As long as she didn't go nuts, he might as well grant her some freedom aboard, right? He just genuinely hoped she would refrain from destroying any equipment. "Careful, wouldn't want to end up with me seducing you, hm?" The soldier gave a soft chuckle at that, along with a shake of his head. A sigh later, James rolled his shoulders, shifting lightly in his seat. "..quite the woman, aye. Stubborn and smart-mouthed, but damn, she knew how to handle a rifle. You two would've gotten along brilliantly, as far as I can tell." He gave a small smirk, somewhat weary and somewhat gentle, then took the bottle and drank a bit of the liquor inside before placing it on the table in front of her. Oh, fun times.

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CT smiled. “Nice to see you again James.”

He tilted his head lightly, eyebrow furrowing. ".....I've got a terrible memory, who are you again?"

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"Hey, I’m pretty sure I already showed you all my worst sides. If you haven’t locked me up after my pretty display of biotics, I’m willing to bet my head you won’t." She laughed and swayed her leg side to side a bit. "Gee, a compliment from you, sir? I am humbly flattered." She made a mocking gesture with her hand and half bowed, awkwardly over her legs. She laughed and shook her head. "Always thought you were a vain person really, but to ruin your eyesight for a girl is a whole new level." She should stop, she should really stop. The last thing she needs was a pissed of Colonel and a ruined almost-friendship. Nora knew all too well how quickly bad feelings can stir up. She looked down, clearing her throat. "Well, she had good taste, all I can say."

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"You can be lucky I've read into and seen enough ancient relicts with weird as shit powers to ignore the.. blue glowy thing." His hands rested on the back of his head, hardly supporting it but he kept them there anyway. "Mh, get used to it. If I've already seen your worst side, then there's a few more of those coming up." The ODST gave a soft chuckle, nodding a few times in approvement. The statement that followed had his grin vanish rather quickly-- no, it really wasn't the best thing she could have said, but losing his temper would take more than just a few words like that. "Not 'a girl'. My wife," he corrected her, tone of his voice hardly changing and a shrug going along with those words. "..but yes, apparently she did. Poor judgement, but good taste."

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"I wouldn’t understand about the paperwork, seeing as lieutenant Miller normally takes care of that stuff.

My name’s Private Issac Jones. And other than the fact I got lost and have no idea where i’m at, no not really.”