[ oh! he's got that scramble to him -- the one howard gets when, she realizes, she inadvertently picks up one of his 'bad babies.' the inventions more liable to explode in her hands rather than do anything useful. surely, fitz can't be that reckless...
but she decides (ha!) to humour him. gently, she lets the tablet settle back in place. he's right enough: although she recognizes binary as binary, she doesn't recognize what it means or how it could be used or much of anything else. just as well. she's not actually here to snoop at his science. ]
I thought we should have a talk. [ and still! she hasn't said hello, or asked how he was, or even what he's working on. her dogged pursuit of the topic says a lot about her own nervousness around it. ] Concerning yesterday.
[ ugh, she hates this. she hates talking. it would be different if he were indeed just a fellow agent, and this were an office, and the mission had been something official and sanctioned. but what's professional about this situation has become braided into the personal. ]
no subject
but she decides (ha!) to humour him. gently, she lets the tablet settle back in place. he's right enough: although she recognizes binary as binary, she doesn't recognize what it means or how it could be used or much of anything else. just as well. she's not actually here to snoop at his science. ]
I thought we should have a talk. [ and still! she hasn't said hello, or asked how he was, or even what he's working on. her dogged pursuit of the topic says a lot about her own nervousness around it. ] Concerning yesterday.
[ ugh, she hates this. she hates talking. it would be different if he were indeed just a fellow agent, and this were an office, and the mission had been something official and sanctioned. but what's professional about this situation has become braided into the personal. ]