#warsrage

Dr. Bambleby is plenty aware of the absurdity of the assumptions men make regarding the "fairer sex," which as a standalone statement sounds more pathetic than profound. The most capable professor in the dryadology department just so happens to be a woman, yet he received tenure before her and she consistently is left off of invite lists to the biggest conferences, while he's invited to speak. Even speaking to the dean about such matters of neglect yields little result. With anyone else, he could be a little more persuasive, but Dr. Rose is a cautious (read: suspicious and senile) man and trickery is unlikely to go very far with him at all.

"You assume they listen?" he returns, leaning in close enough to smell the sea salt in her hair that surely shouldn't be present for a normal gentlewoman. "If they're allowing you to play them, then it's surely not my place to interfere. Not that I would ever care to. I find it rather entertaining to watch them try to get their braincells to interact with each other enough to form a coherent thought." Wendell's gaze returns to the men in question, who are too busy arguing amongst themselves on the proper lowball offer for the cargo to notice them. "Why would I ever accuse you of being a liar? How horrid! Though I'm sure they'd consider capable a far worse trait in a woman."

" if we can make it to security, i'll be able to get into the mainframe. " probably. there are very few terminals she can't access and she doubts that she'll find one of them in here. " we need eyes on what's going on here and there are cameras everywhere. " she flicks her eyes up to the one in the corner of the room, then moves her gaze back to sarita. " how's that for a plan ? "

‘‘ how gracious. ’’ with dull bafflement, his weary and leering eyes lull to his brothers; hunter is fast to react, his played palm a quiet instruction: don't. then his eyes go searchingly to wrecker as if he might offer leniency, but no dice. crosshair is forced to look back at the rebel informant then, with all the strength-3 blackholes within the vicinity of this galaxy in his glare. he holds his sniper close in his good arm, but it's apparent it's seen better days of consistent use. he is old, tired, and as unfriendly to strangers as the day the kaminoans cooked him up. ‘‘ take the fuel or leave it. ’’