It's a full house. [ Pearl shrugs, the gesture a little too casual to be considered cavalier. Once upon a time, the gesture would have been bigger, grander, but she lays low these days, trying to make as little splash as possible. ]
Girl's got to make a lot of noise around here in order to get noticed. [ She smiles, rueful. ] And I'm not the type.
You're certainly good at making nice with the natives.
[ Pearl takes up a pensive pose, leaning forward and dropping her chin onto the flat of her first. She plays at demure, the way that she regards him up and then down. ] So what's a fella like you do when you're not taking orders and getting into trouble?
[ She doesn't look it but that Pearl Jones, she can be a real maneater if she wants to be. Lucky for Carlos, she isn't the type. (This particular apple having fallen a ways from the tree.)
When she smiles again, her teeth are small and very white. Still, that look in her eye lingers. ]
It'll get to you after a while. [ She nods, matter-of-factly, as if this was subject she knew all about. (Pearl thinks about Sweet, about the possibility of seeing him again.) ] With troublemakers, it always does.
Didn't say I make trouble. Getting into it's different. Don't look for it.
[Maybe when he was younger a little. When you're special ops and you walk into a Navy bar you aren't looking for a free beer and a friendly game of pool. But that was years ago, back when he was at Robinson and a hell of a lot more talkative than he is now.]
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Girl's got to make a lot of noise around here in order to get noticed. [ She smiles, rueful. ] And I'm not the type.
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[He should know.]
But this... [he gestures at their surroundings.] Isn't bad in the meantime.
[A tight smile.]
Vacation.
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[ Pearl takes up a pensive pose, leaning forward and dropping her chin onto the flat of her first. She plays at demure, the way that she regards him up and then down. ] So what's a fella like you do when you're not taking orders and getting into trouble?
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And if that's all I do?
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When she smiles again, her teeth are small and very white. Still, that look in her eye lingers. ]
Then I might be jealous.
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Rather be... somewhere quiet.
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[Maybe when he was younger a little. When you're special ops and you walk into a Navy bar you aren't looking for a free beer and a friendly game of pool. But that was years ago, back when he was at Robinson and a hell of a lot more talkative than he is now.]