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[sufferably]

That'd be a waste of your talents. ( he nods, sagely. )

Maybe they're not each all that simple, anyway. There's coordination, and strategizing, and all the rest of it.

( he trails off, thoughtful, but still manages to round a corner in the path when they need to. )

[proudofwhatiam]

I'd rather leave it to the children. It seems like the safest of the groups. [The possibility of the younger Travelers going into harm's way is one that disgusts her. Even the ones in their teens seem all too young for some of the dangers here, and it sounds as though things are only going to get worse.]

I suppose organizing things wouldn't be so bad. Someone's got to keep everyone else doing what they ought.

[sufferably]

I'd rather have some of them where I can keep an eye on them, to be honest. ( but safe is good, too. he figures that some of the medic teams will stay within the city lines, at least. )

You always need someone to give orders.

[proudofwhatiam]

Of course. But if they end up on the front lines... [She shakes her head.] Granted, I shouldn't like anyone out there, but if someone must go, it ought to be someone of age.

[That second comment draws a self-deprecating smile from her.] And I must admit I rather like doing so.

[sufferably]

It ought to be, but you know these kids are going to run out there anyway. And to hell with what anyone else tells them about it. ( he continues muttering, under his breath. even the draft had limits, but there are kids running around all over this place and there will be no keeping them out of it. it angers him, but he has nothing productive to do with that anger. )

I'd trust you with it, too.

[proudofwhatiam]

I suppose I can understand the impulse, especially among the ones who've seen war in their own worlds. But it's an awful business, all the same.

Your confidence is appreciated. [She's pleased, quietly so.] One of the groups makes plans so that everyone knows where to go in an emergency. Perhaps I'll put my name down for that one.

[sufferably]

You'll be running the place in no time, I'm sure. ( another of those assured nods. )

Now we just have to make sure that no one else does anything stupid.

[proudofwhatiam]

[She snorts.] You may as well ask the wind not to blow, while you're at it.

[And while it's...not the best of segues, not by any means, she does find herself recalling a question she's been meaning to ask him anyway. Her voice grows gentler, after a pause which she hopes says not that I think your friend is stupid, but...] How is Jim faring? If you don't mind my inquiring.

[sufferably]

Speaking of stupid decisions, right? ( he tries to laugh, but it's a harsh sound, and eventually mccoy sighs and runs a hand through his hair. )

I think he must be doing just fine-- if he isn't, he hasn't seen fit to tell me about it. I shouldn't be surprised. That's how he always is.

[proudofwhatiam]

Speaking of good people in dangerous places. [She doesn't know Jim Kirk well enough to insult him in friendliness, even if she wanted to--and when it's a matter of death, she'd rather not.]

I'm glad to hear he's been all right. [Inasmuch as either of them can say he has, anyway.] It's good that he has you here, even if he hasn't said much about it.

[sufferably]

Yeah, well. It goes both ways. ( which is as much as he'll ever admit to, in that regard, but he certainly relies on jim as much as the reverse is true, if not more.

for now, he lets out a breath and shakes his head, shaking off some of the tension. )

At least that's one thing this place has gotten right. People are meant to be with each other, not alone.

[proudofwhatiam]

I can imagine.

[People are meant to be with each other. She agrees, certainly, but some base part of her still envies those Travelers who have comrades from home with them. Of course, saying as much would be rather small of her, especially considering what's just happened to the comrade they're discussing right now.]

This place wouldn't be bearable without good company. [A pause.] Perhaps that will end up working in our favour. If everyone really can be persuaded to band together, it seems as though we might really be able to save this place.

[sufferably]

We can hope. ( he smiles somewhat crookedly, mocking his own desire to believe in that more than the idea itself. hope doesn't come easily to him, at least not outwardly. )

And there's no shame in trying, in the end.

[proudofwhatiam]

And a great deal of shame in sitting by.

[She smiles back at him, amused where he's self-deprecating.]

Besides, I think we'd both end up bored out of our minds if we didn't pitch in.

[sufferably]

Possibly. ( but he chuckles as he says it. by this point they are at the door of the restaurant, so he steps forward to open said door and let her through before him. )

[proudofwhatiam]

[My, Bones, what a gentleman. She smiles all the more brightly and heads inside.

Once they've been seated, she has a quick glance over the menu before speaking again.]

This place looks lovely. Have you been here before?

[sufferably]

It came recommended. ( by everyone he could think to ask-- this wasn't a decision he was going to make lightly. )

So if it's not up to standard, I'll give you a list and you can blame them all instead of me.

[proudofwhatiam]

Duly noted. [She laughs.]

But it's been so long since I've been out to eat that I doubt it'll disappoint.