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