[Ashford turns heel and comes around so that his shoulder now blocks Hickey's way forward. His expression hard, intense.]
And it is our warship. For the Belt. Made with Belter hands.
[He slaps a hand against his own chest for emphasis.]
Belter blood.
[He lets the tenseness hang a moment, lets the sound of machinery and cussing workers and the smell of oil and steam fill that space before, with an amused huff, he grins.]
Better still we take the money right out of th'Earther pockets.
[He turns and begins on their original direction, his demeanor once again easy and sure.]
You are disappointed.
[He asks it casually but he won't pretend it's not a baited statement. He's not trying to be subtle. Hickey intrigues him. Young, ambitious. Impressive. But at times Ashford feels Hickey's seriousness, his specific breed of seriousness, gets in the way of vision.
no subject
[Ashford turns heel and comes around so that his shoulder now blocks Hickey's way forward. His expression hard, intense.]
And it is our warship. For the Belt. Made with Belter hands.
[He slaps a hand against his own chest for emphasis.]
Belter blood.
[He lets the tenseness hang a moment, lets the sound of machinery and cussing workers and the smell of oil and steam fill that space before, with an amused huff, he grins.]
Better still we take the money right out of th'Earther pockets.
[He turns and begins on their original direction, his demeanor once again easy and sure.]
You are disappointed.
[He asks it casually but he won't pretend it's not a baited statement. He's not trying to be subtle. Hickey intrigues him. Young, ambitious. Impressive. But at times Ashford feels Hickey's seriousness, his specific breed of seriousness, gets in the way of vision.
And in the way of life.]