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Bridge frowns a little. Jen is not, he's noticed, the most cheerful of people in general, but something in particular seems to be bothering her today.

"How are you?" he asks carefully. Let's just ignore the fact that he's already seen her today, in class.

Jen turns the badge over in her fingers again -- it's hardly more than a couple of months old, but around the edges it's already developed that kind of sheen you would see on something that's been heavily handled. "It's February 14, 2008," she says quietly. "A little less than seven years since . . . you know."

It takes Bridge a moment to recall what she's referring to, but when he does, the frown deepens a little. He doesn't know a *lot* about the Time Force team. Perhaps understandably, given the dangers of altering the timestream even more. But he knows it was around this time of year that they'd travelled back in time to 2001. "Since everything," he offers in a quiet voice.

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"I wish I could go find him," Jen says. "I mean, I could, but my ship's damaged, and I can't even get these to work right any more." She taps a spot behind her right ear, where the compact scanner controls are (partly) concealed, and what looks for all the world like a 2001 pair of Oakley sunglasses telescopes out and almost seems to materialize over her eyes.

"Your ship?" Bridge does his best to quash the excited curiosity that rises in him as soon as she mentions a ship, because this so isn't the time for that. But then she brings out the scanners and Bridge can't help the expression of wide-eyed surprise at that. "Are those..." he trails off.

"Time Force-issue visual scanners? Yeah," Jen says, nodding -- and smiling just a tiny bit at Bridge's obvious excitement. "And I do have a ship . . . it got damaged coming through the time vortex."

"I could," Bridge pipes up hesitantly. "If you wanted, I mean. The technology's a bit more advanced than what I'm used to, okay, a lot more advanced, but I think I could work with it, maybe, and it couldn't hurt, right?" He glances over at her, not even aware that he hadn't actually mentioned what he was offering to do. It was probably pretty clear, regardless.

Hey, Jen's only known and worked in close quarters with Trip for a good while now. It's perfectly clear what Bridge is trying to say, assuming Bridge-speak is pretty close to Trip-speak.

"I'd like that," she says. "I just want to get it off the beach . . . if I can find a place to park it."

"I can help with that too!" Now Bridge is grinning at her. "My boyfriend, he's the one who owns the apartments, you remember the party last month? Part of that roof is a landing pad and parking for ships. As far as I know, there's space for at least one more up there."

"I didn't even notice," Jen says, embarrassed. "Some police officer, huh?"

"Well, there were tarps and things," Bridge says reasonably. "Plus we were busy shooting cheese at the moon. It's understandable."

Jen has to concede this, and nods. ". . . also there were cookies."

"Exactly!" Bridge nods. "Cookies are distracting. Especially if you're from a time where they don't exist," his expression might give away just how fond he was of *that* particular idea.

"Ugh," Jen says, and it's really a very eloquent 'ugh.' "Don't remind me."

"Oh! Hey! I'll be right back," Bridge says, and wanders over to the desk to grab the bowl of candy. "They're not cookies, but, still. Candy!" he says with a grin, placing it on the table between them.

Jen does smile now, even if it's just for a moment, as she takes a small handful of candy from the bowl and then self-consciously puts it back piece by piece until she's only holding two.

And then one.

"If it's edible and it didn't exist any more in the thirty-first century, I probably want it," she assures him.

"You can have more than one," he says, grinning shyly at her. "That's why I brought it. To share with people."

Jen unwraps the candy and pops it into her mouth before she grabs another one, unwrapping it with a little more decorum this time. "People plural," she points out.

"The day's almost over and there's lots left," Bridge points out in return. "Also there's two of us here, and two makes a plural, so there you go."

Jen sighs. "Winning arguments is a lot easier when I can just shoot at things," she teases.

Bridge just smirks at her as he pops a piece of candy in to his mouth. Or rather, gives her the Bridge version of a smirk, which isn't terribly smirk-like at all.

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