"Gonna have to be more careful of you popping in and out unannounced," he points out wryly. "There's technically two sets of keys, one for each warden that's supposed to work here. I'm happy to lend you the spare for keeps, I've just had it on my keychain."
"How would we be sitting on resources without it?" he asks immediately. "Regardless of Misty, how badly can we afford to destroy an entirely viable source of protein?"
One that Tim will never under any circumstance partake in, but he can recognise the value of a resource and still hate interacting with it.
“I haven’t heard anything to worry about, since Flotilla. Unless Admiral’s told you wardens something the rest of us don’t know.”
Which doesn’t mean there aren’t future concerns. But Taylor’s not sure she has the bandwidth to deal if they get outted. Especially if it gets Tim or Rags in trouble.
He shakes his head. "Not yet. This is just good old-fashioned paranoia."
He leans an elbow on his desk and starts fiddling with a pen in both hands. "Look, it's your work at the end of the day, but it was my decision to offer the space up. Whatever you decide, you know I'll back it a hundred percent, and if anything goes wrong I'll take the full heat."
"Yeah, kind of what I'm worried about." Taylor sits on the end of the desk, rubbing a spot on her sleeve with her thumb, where Jaws is comfortably hidden. "You or Rags getting shit for letting me do it."
"Correction, actually." He holds both hands, connected-the-dots style. "I invited you to. And then made Rags culpable by telling him after the fact. So really, it's entirely on me."
He raises an eyebrow in challenge. "I've been playing the blame game since I was nine, you can't get one over me if I plan on copping it."
He lets the smirk play across his face as he leans back again, folding a leg over the other, but he also lets it drop quickly.
"Look, you can't defend me from everything. And from what you've told me, popular opinion is well outside your department. This is my ballpark, whether you like it or not."
"Making myself a popular voice is outside my department. But I could make myself public enemy number one on this boat in 30 seconds or less if I need to pull Barge attention for any. reason. I'm an expert in that."
She exhales, running her hand down her face. Catches herself doing it, and just frowns instead of sending her attention away from her own body.
"I've got a beetle inside the knob. If she wiggles it, I'll know. And I'll decide what to do."
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One that Tim will never under any circumstance partake in, but he can recognise the value of a resource and still hate interacting with it.
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Which doesn’t mean there aren’t future concerns. But Taylor’s not sure she has the bandwidth to deal if they get outted. Especially if it gets Tim or Rags in trouble.
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He leans an elbow on his desk and starts fiddling with a pen in both hands. "Look, it's your work at the end of the day, but it was my decision to offer the space up. Whatever you decide, you know I'll back it a hundred percent, and if anything goes wrong I'll take the full heat."
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He raises an eyebrow in challenge. "I've been playing the blame game since I was nine, you can't get one over me if I plan on copping it."
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"Look, you can't defend me from everything. And from what you've told me, popular opinion is well outside your department. This is my ballpark, whether you like it or not."
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She exhales, running her hand down her face. Catches herself doing it, and just frowns instead of sending her attention away from her own body.
"I've got a beetle inside the knob. If she wiggles it, I'll know. And I'll decide what to do."