Naaaah, [ Lestrade says and tilts to one side like he's considering giving her a nudge to elbow with the side of his fist but thinks better of it. ] Folks've gotten further and nothing's come of it. Wouldn't worry about it.
[ He gives a little lift of his shoulders as if to say look at me. ]
Do I? [ Surprise, not sarcasm, followed quickly by a shake of her head. ] No, I suppose you're right. I don't know, it's just— it's a little bit exciting, isn't it? The prospect of traveling that far.
But the red smiley faces are a bit of a ... deterrent.
Yeah. [ A flat nod too the mysterious text, not so much the traveling — although, on a kind day, he probably understands it better than he wants to. He frowns instead, a mild crease across his brow. ]
I've heard from the grapevine— [ A quick glance up. Mundane, or whatever. ] that things won't get any easier. Hope she's thought about that before deciding to send you anywhere.
Had the wife once try to take me on holiday through Suffolk, [ he says with a crook of his mouth — an attempt at a good natured jab (it's still a sore subject, but keeping up appearances and all that). ] And had a one way pass to space, written out and everything.
But— [ Lestrade makes a face, an expression like a shrug. ] —just my luck. Didn't take.
[ Her expression seems to get stuck halfway between a smile and a grimace. ]
O-oh. Well. [ Perking up slightly: ] Nothing does ever get easier, does it? Might as well jump into the pool instead of going toe by toe if you have to swim eventually.
[ Arthur exhales a laugh, slight and maybe a little wry. ]
You're being optimistic about being sent onto a potentially sentient spaceship. [ He sounds like he doesn't quite believe it, but given the context and setting, well. ]
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You sound pretty okay with it.
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[ He gives a little lift of his shoulders as if to say look at me. ]
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But the red smiley faces are a bit of a ... deterrent.
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Detective Inspector. So you've never been taken? [ Fumble number one. ] No. I mean— you've never been sent anywhere horrible?
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[ Cough. >8( ]
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I've heard from the grapevine— [ A quick glance up. Mundane, or whatever. ] that things won't get any easier. Hope she's thought about that before deciding to send you anywhere.
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[He is trying to be helpful.]
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But— [ Lestrade makes a face, an expression like a shrug. ] —just my luck. Didn't take.
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O-oh. Well. [ Perking up slightly: ] Nothing does ever get easier, does it? Might as well jump into the pool instead of going toe by toe if you have to swim eventually.
[ A beat. ]
I don't know.
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Doesn't look like there's much of that on the other end of the galaxy.
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Sorry. Sorry. Just thought I'd– never mind.
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You're being optimistic about being sent onto a potentially sentient spaceship. [ He sounds like he doesn't quite believe it, but given the context and setting, well. ]
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OH MY GOD. SCREAMS. Hi. I'm Ax's Sherlock. COME TO US.
[ He legitimately doesn't know how to feel about having you. ]
SOB OH HEY IT'S ROG
[ Then, with a little more focus: ] Well, it isn't really my decision, is it?