"Friendly? Huh." An easy shrug of his broad shoulders. He's got a few inches on Hugh, and a bigger spread when he folds his arms and watches the conflict with just as much care as Cassius does. "Probably the nicest thing he's said about me."
There's no I don't know what his problem is or wish I knew what was up with him, nothing like that. No hurt, no judgment. Just an easygoing acceptance, there. He watches Hugh and only glances back at Friend Singh, a little smile eking its way onto his face. A warm, charmed thing. It shifts into faint worry when Cassius' skin starts to writhe and buzz with nerves, the seams of him rippling - his hand falls easy on Cassius' shoulder, seemingly unbothered by the rippling beneath.
(Maybe he gives a curious squeeze. Lingers a bit. He's a doctor, after all, these sorts of things are curious.)
"Doubt it'll be long. Hugh's got a way of--"
The buzz stops abruptly, Kennedy's raspy voice cutting through like a knife. He's pulled the younger woman back by the arm, stopped her from marching off towards Cassius' spot - stopped her from running into Hugh's bristling form, hands hooked at his sides, readied.
"Stop. Shit. Everybody shut up." He lifts his other hand - the one not holding his daughter in place - to his brow, rubs at his eyes. The man looks like he's made of exhaustion given life. "We're not gonna tear this shitbucket apart fighting over this. They stay for now. We'll... keep talking about it. Anything happens--"
"And what if it does?" Adamska rumbles. "What the hell would we even do about it? Pretty sure we all know what was in that fuckin' trash bag, Argyros."
"Yes," Hugh sneers, stepping back. "What would you do about it?"
Kennedy's sharp, then.
"Easy. Problem comes up, we'll take care of it." A jab of his callused finger. "So make sure there's no problems, Hugh. That's your whole job, right? They're your issue now."
"Captain--" comes the younger woman, squirming out of his grip. "We--"
"We're done here." Kennedy wheels his chair around, back to a volley of screens. This is his office, clearly. The head of the ship, the controls, the monitors. "Everybody piss off."
Hugh's quick to make his way to Cassius' side. Gives Singh a look, simmering distaste melded with - something else. Something almost like--
"Thank you, Singh." To Cassius now, tone softer. "You're alright, I take it?"
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There's no I don't know what his problem is or wish I knew what was up with him, nothing like that. No hurt, no judgment. Just an easygoing acceptance, there. He watches Hugh and only glances back at Friend Singh, a little smile eking its way onto his face. A warm, charmed thing. It shifts into faint worry when Cassius' skin starts to writhe and buzz with nerves, the seams of him rippling - his hand falls easy on Cassius' shoulder, seemingly unbothered by the rippling beneath.
(Maybe he gives a curious squeeze. Lingers a bit. He's a doctor, after all, these sorts of things are curious.)
"Doubt it'll be long. Hugh's got a way of--"
The buzz stops abruptly, Kennedy's raspy voice cutting through like a knife. He's pulled the younger woman back by the arm, stopped her from marching off towards Cassius' spot - stopped her from running into Hugh's bristling form, hands hooked at his sides, readied.
"Stop. Shit. Everybody shut up." He lifts his other hand - the one not holding his daughter in place - to his brow, rubs at his eyes. The man looks like he's made of exhaustion given life. "We're not gonna tear this shitbucket apart fighting over this. They stay for now. We'll... keep talking about it. Anything happens--"
"And what if it does?" Adamska rumbles. "What the hell would we even do about it? Pretty sure we all know what was in that fuckin' trash bag, Argyros."
"Yes," Hugh sneers, stepping back. "What would you do about it?"
Kennedy's sharp, then.
"Easy. Problem comes up, we'll take care of it." A jab of his callused finger. "So make sure there's no problems, Hugh. That's your whole job, right? They're your issue now."
"Captain--" comes the younger woman, squirming out of his grip. "We--"
"We're done here." Kennedy wheels his chair around, back to a volley of screens. This is his office, clearly. The head of the ship, the controls, the monitors. "Everybody piss off."
Hugh's quick to make his way to Cassius' side. Gives Singh a look, simmering distaste melded with - something else. Something almost like--
"Thank you, Singh." To Cassius now, tone softer. "You're alright, I take it?"