[Carolina watches him as he speaks, trying to be more relaxed about the words coming out of his mouth, but finding more fear surging into her belly. He's right, of course, but it doesn't make it any better to hear, no matter who it's from. The back of her mind quickly supplies that Texas was likely better at relaxing than her too, and a jealous anger storms into her chest, boots stomping.
He does have the right to withhold information from her, but she can't help but feel the pressure of the nightmare, South's fear of her, her fight with York, Wash walking in on her talking to the Director; all of it reminding her that this likely wouldn't have happened if it were Texas here. Texas, the one-woman cleanup crew, wiping up after Carolina's mistakes, the one the Director trusted more.
Her mouth presses into a thin line and she wonders if he can see the number two over her head. After a moment she just nods and slowly gets to her feet.] Want some water?
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He does have the right to withhold information from her, but she can't help but feel the pressure of the nightmare, South's fear of her, her fight with York, Wash walking in on her talking to the Director; all of it reminding her that this likely wouldn't have happened if it were Texas here. Texas, the one-woman cleanup crew, wiping up after Carolina's mistakes, the one the Director trusted more.
Her mouth presses into a thin line and she wonders if he can see the number two over her head. After a moment she just nods and slowly gets to her feet.] Want some water?