*No, the radioactive glowing blue stuff in her life is a whole different tunnel of bugs, and she'd warn him the hell away from that stuff preemptively. Possibly from orbit.*
Of course.
*She sets her drink on the edge of the table, circling it to rack the balls and examine the cues for one that meets her expectations. When she's satisfied with her choice, she turns back to Jim with an expectant smile. He's had a couple of minutes, now, surely that's enough for the intrepid captain to bounce back from a light sparring session?*
no subject
Of course.
*She sets her drink on the edge of the table, circling it to rack the balls and examine the cues for one that meets her expectations. When she's satisfied with her choice, she turns back to Jim with an expectant smile. He's had a couple of minutes, now, surely that's enough for the intrepid captain to bounce back from a light sparring session?*