[ There's always time for him to join in the chorus with the last few infamous syllables, too. She takes herself for more of a high-fiver, but that just gives him opportunities to leave her hanging and relish in the discomfort.
She seems to be content with his answer, almost awkwardly giving him a thumbs up even though she looks to be ready to talk. It seems like there's going to be a lot of excess gestures on this wonderful trip. ]
Much appreciated, partner. Here I was expecting something like "I can't change who I am," but guess you're full of surprises.
[ Needless to say the surprise is more like you get two sides instead of one with the meal deal and not gaping, wide-eyed shock. It's fine, he can be the soup and the salad.
So far he seems alright at the very least and she'll take this over too talkative. Once you've partnered up with a guy who jumps every time you enter the room and makes a two decade long ongoing joke at your expense or someone who repeats what you say in a different way with a joking tone like it's something entirely different... well, there's worse partners to have. As long as he isn't blowing up their escape route and trying to drown her, she can give him at least a B- on his performance.
(She's got her fingers crossed on him not trying to drown her, but it's still up in the air.)
It's difficult to not watch him with too much curiosity, never having seen this sort of skill in action. She makes an effort to shoot an apologetic glance between eye drags that might easily be confused for being extra into high quality arms or something like that. Honestly, it's something she might call cool but she's not in the mood to embarrass herself quite yet. ]
I'd like to think I'm worth a report that's twice as long as average, but hard to say. [ It's her kind of joke at least. It's nerve-wracking in that this is a long way to go with someone she's spent a long boat ride occasionally glancing at and once asking if he wants some coffee, but at least this way she can prepare for momentum. It might involve having to climb to the best of her ability or spearing herself so she doesn't hit the ground too hard, but sometimes the quickest route is better than the safest. Plus, this could be the safest. Maybe. ] Sorry to have to use you as a human anchor, feels kinda shitty.
[ That's a weird thing to leave him with, but it does feel awkward. It feels like it strips him of being a human, more than having someone as a look-out or a tether in a different way. She starts down with enough ease, her gloves picking up any slack and her legs making sure she doesn't sway much. It always feels like going down is easier than coming up, but it's easier to look up than look down.
There's barely a pause in her movement, only occasionally to check her surroundings and make sure there's no patrol. Conceit seems to be a frequent factor in easy starts on missions like this. They never seem to consider that anyone will bother, or they crop it all around the more important areas. For the most part, this seemed abandoned. A rejected facility or maybe one associated with a grave misstep that hung over head enough that they just kept to the main island. In the end, all that mattered was they got information here or somewhere else.
Perhaps a bit of a show-off, around the fifteen foot mark she uses her feet to push off, swinging outward while using the momentum to kick upward and flip to the ground off, landing in a way that it seems natural. Shock absorbed as she crouches and gets to her feet, it got her blood flowing and definitely saved them some time. Jill makes an effort to peer into the wooded area just to make sure there's not anyone he can't see, but somehow she gets the feeling he can see better from up there than she can down here.
Moving nearer where she'd come from, she waves him down. Though it's unlikely she can do anything to support him on his way to where she is, she still waits where she is, looking outward. At least if he hurts himself she will be right here to lend a hand -- or a first aid spray. ]
i thought that said bopit and i'm like i bet there is
First, it was a thrill or a purpose. Fresh out of Delta Force, being dragged by a friend into what seemed like a lucrative and active position where she genuinely could make a difference. Then, it was vengeance and rage spurred on by the loss of not just her friends, but the entirety of the life she'd come to know. It was easier to be angry than charitable for a good, long while. It's when she realized how deeply that not just Umbrella but anyone looking for the same were involved in so many atrocities that it became something like a calling. Too clichΓ©, too pointedly deep a phrase for her taste. It wasn't just something to do, but she was good at it and it felt right. That's reason enough.
She seems to be content with his answer, almost awkwardly giving him a thumbs up even though she looks to be ready to talk. It seems like there's going to be a lot of excess gestures on this wonderful trip. ]
Much appreciated, partner. Here I was expecting something like "I can't change who I am," but guess you're full of surprises.
[ Needless to say the surprise is more like you get two sides instead of one with the meal deal and not gaping, wide-eyed shock. It's fine, he can be the soup and the salad.
So far he seems alright at the very least and she'll take this over too talkative. Once you've partnered up with a guy who jumps every time you enter the room and makes a two decade long ongoing joke at your expense or someone who repeats what you say in a different way with a joking tone like it's something entirely different... well, there's worse partners to have. As long as he isn't blowing up their escape route and trying to drown her, she can give him at least a B- on his performance.
(She's got her fingers crossed on him not trying to drown her, but it's still up in the air.)
It's difficult to not watch him with too much curiosity, never having seen this sort of skill in action. She makes an effort to shoot an apologetic glance between eye drags that might easily be confused for being extra into high quality arms or something like that. Honestly, it's something she might call cool but she's not in the mood to embarrass herself quite yet. ]
I'd like to think I'm worth a report that's twice as long as average, but hard to say. [ It's her kind of joke at least. It's nerve-wracking in that this is a long way to go with someone she's spent a long boat ride occasionally glancing at and once asking if he wants some coffee, but at least this way she can prepare for momentum. It might involve having to climb to the best of her ability or spearing herself so she doesn't hit the ground too hard, but sometimes the quickest route is better than the safest. Plus, this could be the safest. Maybe. ] Sorry to have to use you as a human anchor, feels kinda shitty.
[ That's a weird thing to leave him with, but it does feel awkward. It feels like it strips him of being a human, more than having someone as a look-out or a tether in a different way. She starts down with enough ease, her gloves picking up any slack and her legs making sure she doesn't sway much. It always feels like going down is easier than coming up, but it's easier to look up than look down.
There's barely a pause in her movement, only occasionally to check her surroundings and make sure there's no patrol. Conceit seems to be a frequent factor in easy starts on missions like this. They never seem to consider that anyone will bother, or they crop it all around the more important areas. For the most part, this seemed abandoned. A rejected facility or maybe one associated with a grave misstep that hung over head enough that they just kept to the main island. In the end, all that mattered was they got information here or somewhere else.
Perhaps a bit of a show-off, around the fifteen foot mark she uses her feet to push off, swinging outward while using the momentum to kick upward and flip to the ground off, landing in a way that it seems natural. Shock absorbed as she crouches and gets to her feet, it got her blood flowing and definitely saved them some time. Jill makes an effort to peer into the wooded area just to make sure there's not anyone he can't see, but somehow she gets the feeling he can see better from up there than she can down here.
Moving nearer where she'd come from, she waves him down. Though it's unlikely she can do anything to support him on his way to where she is, she still waits where she is, looking outward. At least if he hurts himself she will be right here to lend a hand -- or a first aid spray. ]