The accusation that he makes a regular habit of tap dancing on her nerves earns an offhand shrug that seems to say you win some, you lose some. Raven seems to get annoyed when he knocks on her door in the middle of her thinking process, or reminds her to balance out her meals with vitamin-rich plants, or breathes, so it's not that hard to do.
"I'll take what I can get. Does that mean I'm in?" On the other hand, he knows how hard it is for Raven to admit he's right about anything. Giving him some credit must have been a painful concession on her part.
Now he's exhausted each crate and each weapon, the collection looks small and sad, a poor consolation prize measured against the cost to their sanity. Just like their scrub colors, the crates could mean something, they could mean nothing--the danger is in thinking themselves in circles. Jess has to be careful of that. He hadn't been kidding about being able to multitask, but he's susceptible to burning himself out, the same as anyone.
"A hidden compartment. An insignia. A sign of where these were packed up and how they were moved. Something. But they're careful, these people. What you see is what you get."
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"I'll take what I can get. Does that mean I'm in?" On the other hand, he knows how hard it is for Raven to admit he's right about anything. Giving him some credit must have been a painful concession on her part.
Now he's exhausted each crate and each weapon, the collection looks small and sad, a poor consolation prize measured against the cost to their sanity. Just like their scrub colors, the crates could mean something, they could mean nothing--the danger is in thinking themselves in circles. Jess has to be careful of that. He hadn't been kidding about being able to multitask, but he's susceptible to burning himself out, the same as anyone.
"A hidden compartment. An insignia. A sign of where these were packed up and how they were moved. Something. But they're careful, these people. What you see is what you get."