[ He makes a face just as Aeryn takes in a slightly shorter breath than intended. He asks it without inviting a real answer, and she's thankful for that, because her own feelings about being a born and bred soldier are getting more complicated by the micron.
She almost misses Crichton. His incessant prattling makes it easier to ignore her own misgivings. This man and his questions remind her of him, actually, up until that last statement which has her whipping her head in his direction with a raised eyebrow. ]
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She almost misses Crichton. His incessant prattling makes it easier to ignore her own misgivings. This man and his questions remind her of him, actually, up until that last statement which has her whipping her head in his direction with a raised eyebrow. ]
What does that have to do with me?