Posted by Lieutenant Luke Wyatt (Chief of Security) in Side Sim- Brig - The Interview (Tag CoS, Faye)
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Side Sim- Brig - The Interview (Tag CoS, Faye)
Squared away? In what way? Perhaps a shower. But she wasn’t even allowed her uniform, to the idea was bit laughable. Ahh well. She felt like a mess, might as well look like one too. The real Blue would understand.
Luke waited as the Captain left, he had twenty minutes and figured spending five with Faye wasn’t a terrible Ideam “How are you sleeping now?” He asked looking at her, he didn’t want to ask directly if she was still having nightmares or not
- Lieutenant Wyatt
While Faye didn’t look at him, she did shift her attention to gaze more down at the bench near her socked feet. Her left index finger was picking at the cuticle on her thumb and she simply shook her head. “I am not. Rest might be the closest thing I can manage.” Even Faye understood that if this whole mess continued on too much longer she’d probably need to be sedated before she started going crazy, but then again this was all over in the next few hours anyway, so it was a moot point.
~Faye Calloway, Prisoner
From thier previous conversation about sleep, the lack off and the horrors that came with it Luke understood to some degree. “I could ask someone from medical to come look at you, maybe give you something to help?” His ‘Sudden’ mood change as he called it came as a shock to him as it did to anyone else looking from the outside in, but when he was trying to apprehend Faye it was because she was a threat to herself and to the crew but now she seemed vulnerable and under his care even if it is whilst in custody he had some degree of compassion and empathy. There was also the fact that he felt like he was in a game and not being given the bigger picture, this interview an indication of that.
- Lieutenant Luke Wyatt, CoS
A part of her wanted to say yes, but reality also told her it was pointless. For a moment Calloway studied this contrary man, her stormy eyes taking in the seeming inconsistencies. Yes, he had the kind of personality that drove her crazy, but Faye wasn’t naive. She understood people could be more than one thing. She herself was a prime example.
Finally, she shook her head. “No, but thanks. I doubt I’d get much sympathy from that quarter anyway,” she said with a shrug. Jasmine’s response to her still stung, even if she could (and later would if given the chance) tell her she had bene right about one thing: she hadn’t through any of this.
~Faye Calloway, Prisoner
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