His hands convulse as his grip on the railings tighten in surprise, like his hands on somebody's neck.
Don't. Do. Anything. Rash. This changes everything. If she even saw a glimpse... It was all over. There was a very large, human shaped hole in his story and it looked an awful drokking lot like it was also on fire and screaming. And it wasn't the only one. If she ever took a mind to go looking - and there's no doubt that she will if he ever does anything stupid - well. He'd just better never give her a suspicion to. Act like boring, lawbook-on-legs little Joe, who would never have a reason to doubt the Justice department, or have any other thoughts in his thick, stubborn head.
And that means not killing somebody so let go of that drokking railing now, Rico -
He pries his fingers off the creaking metal, and breathes out. Then, turns around on his heel so he isn't facing Beeny. As long as they kept it to a simple snapshot of MC1. After a few seconds of internal rumination, he feels like he can make a measured response without screaming or threatening people. He leans slightly over the railing, hands clamped back on because his fingers are starting to twitch again.
"What the DROKK are they doing with that kind of technology?" He roars. Then he presses his jaw shut, grinding his teeth, trying to look as put together as possible. Don't look like you're losing it. Don't give her a reason. Don't look too invested. He'd stayed far away from Psi-Div for a reason. He'd come too far for just a stray thought to bring everything he'd built up crashing down. And that there was a machine that would let anybody do that? He puts very little stock in her reassurance that nobody would be able to see anything without his permission. Fat drokking chance Beeny wouldn't find a way if she really wanted to. She was a member of the Council, for Grud's sake.
And the news about the tranq gas really was just what he'd heard. Rico keeps an ear to the ground, and this is a particular rumor that he hasn't bothered to check directly but it wouldn't surprise him as something that they would do. Apparently poisonings are off the table if the cits haven't done anything to deserve it, but their regular sentencing, beatings, and killings weren't. Rico's getting antsy again, remembering that for all her jokes, she was just as bad as the rest of them. As he was.
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Don't. Do. Anything. Rash. This changes everything. If she even saw a glimpse... It was all over. There was a very large, human shaped hole in his story and it looked an awful drokking lot like it was also on fire and screaming. And it wasn't the only one. If she ever took a mind to go looking - and there's no doubt that she will if he ever does anything stupid - well. He'd just better never give her a suspicion to. Act like boring, lawbook-on-legs little Joe, who would never have a reason to doubt the Justice department, or have any other thoughts in his thick, stubborn head.
And that means not killing somebody so let go of that drokking railing now, Rico -
He pries his fingers off the creaking metal, and breathes out. Then, turns around on his heel so he isn't facing Beeny. As long as they kept it to a simple snapshot of MC1. After a few seconds of internal rumination, he feels like he can make a measured response without screaming or threatening people. He leans slightly over the railing, hands clamped back on because his fingers are starting to twitch again.
"What the DROKK are they doing with that kind of technology?" He roars. Then he presses his jaw shut, grinding his teeth, trying to look as put together as possible. Don't look like you're losing it. Don't give her a reason. Don't look too invested. He'd stayed far away from Psi-Div for a reason. He'd come too far for just a stray thought to bring everything he'd built up crashing down. And that there was a machine that would let anybody do that? He puts very little stock in her reassurance that nobody would be able to see anything without his permission. Fat drokking chance Beeny wouldn't find a way if she really wanted to. She was a member of the Council, for Grud's sake.
And the news about the tranq gas really was just what he'd heard. Rico keeps an ear to the ground, and this is a particular rumor that he hasn't bothered to check directly but it wouldn't surprise him as something that they would do. Apparently poisonings are off the table if the cits haven't done anything to deserve it, but their regular sentencing, beatings, and killings weren't. Rico's getting antsy again, remembering that for all her jokes, she was just as bad as the rest of them. As he was.