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WHO: Miles + people
WHERE: Various locations, mostly DC7
WHEN: May catch-all!
WHAT: Ditto.
WARNINGS: To be edited as necessary.

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[ She sighs. ]

Did you not hear the little asshole arguing with me while on the op?

[ Oh, that. He should have expected that ... he settles back into the chair with a soft sigh. ]

I can't very well call him little. He's taller than me.

That's not the damn point and you know it.

Right, well ...

[ Another sigh. ]

I heard the tenor of the conversation but not the content.

The kid decided I must be some maniac with a gun. From the get-go he didn't trust me and kept getting between me and my loaded weapon, and the damn things that were down there with us.

[ She narrows her eyes at the memory. ] He then got pissed when I had to shoot a few charging at him and demanded I stay away from him and his friend.

[ Miles winces instantly. It's true that the creatures had been unsettlingly human - and that Ed has some kind of history with them - but getting in the line of fire ... Not to mention the fact that they'd been capable of mauling, surely. ]

That ... ah. I think he has reason for that. Not the getting in the line of fire, but rather the sympathy.

And? You're recruiting him to do research and development for a security organization. What the hell is he going to be looking into that is nonviolent?

[ She lets out a light snort. ] It's clear he has problems with that.

Yes, I can see that. We aren't all violence either, you know.

Bodyguard and security work often involves it.

Oh, yes. Most certainly. But it's not all we are either. We're no mercenary army.

Then what are you having them research exactly? Because if he's going to force himself along on dangerous ops as part of being here, it's not going to end well.

[ For Ed, if she has her way. ]

I haven't any specific tech in mind. Good people first - the rest follows after.

... but he can't get in the way of your weapons again, no.

[ She rolls her eyes at that. Of course Miles is recruiting without a solid plan in mind. ]

Or decide anyone carrying one is some psycho with no trigger discipline.

That as well. It's ... I'll talk to him, all right?

You're going to need to, I doubt he'll want to talk to me.

That bad, huh ... Do you know what spooked him?

He was already pissed and didn't trust me the moment I saw him, but he didn't dive overboard until after I had to fire.

... The violence itself, then. And presumably in defense of those creatures?

I'm assuming. He didn't give a crap that they were charging him down.

Self-sacrificing to a fault, eh ...

[ He says with no small amount of irony. ]

I was thinking more idiotic, but sure, self-sacrificing works.

The two are deeply intertwined.

So I'm noticing. It'd be easier if you guys were more sensible about it.

[ Something cools in Miles' expression. Not frosty, not with Tex, but it's an old and obvious issue for Miles. ]

Or if we were taller? You can just say that, you know.

[ She stares at him in confusion, not quite making the connection he is. ]

What? What the hell does your height have to do with anything?