"Seems you know more about me than I can to remember... You are..?" she hoped that the man remembered, since he seemed to be the only link she had to memories that were as evasive as fireflies.
John looked up as the figure in the front seat replied, her voice echoing dully inside the craft, accented slightly. He stopped fighting with the restraints long enough to squint through the haze and smoke to look at her. It seemed as though, for a moment, he had known who she was.
"I ... thought I did ..." he replied, his own voice thick with confusion. He took a moment to glance around before looking back at her again, black hair touseled around her face, a growing bruise on one cheek and dark eyes that held a hint of brave defiance.
He shook his head a little and went back to struggling with the damned restraints. "Seems to me like we should know each other, know what I mean, seeing as how we're in a ship together. Unless, you know, you kidnapped me or something in which case this is my big chance to escape." He looked up, squinting around the small cabin, "Although, I have no idea where I would escape to"
He managed to get the restraint unlatched and he fell gracelessly from his seat, landing in a pile against one of the side walls of the shuttle. "Ow," he stated, slowly pushing himself up to a kneeling position. He glanced toward the figure in the front of the craft again, "John," he said to her by way of introduction, "John Crichton ... I'm guessing that I'm pleased to meet you ...?"
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Date: 2007-03-22 06:57 pm (UTC)John looked up as the figure in the front seat replied, her voice echoing dully inside the craft, accented slightly. He stopped fighting with the restraints long enough to squint through the haze and smoke to look at her. It seemed as though, for a moment, he had known who she was.
"I ... thought I did ..." he replied, his own voice thick with confusion. He took a moment to glance around before looking back at her again, black hair touseled around her face, a growing bruise on one cheek and dark eyes that held a hint of brave defiance.
He shook his head a little and went back to struggling with the damned restraints. "Seems to me like we should know each other, know what I mean, seeing as how we're in a ship together. Unless, you know, you kidnapped me or something in which case this is my big chance to escape." He looked up, squinting around the small cabin, "Although, I have no idea where I would escape to"
He managed to get the restraint unlatched and he fell gracelessly from his seat, landing in a pile against one of the side walls of the shuttle. "Ow," he stated, slowly pushing himself up to a kneeling position. He glanced toward the figure in the front of the craft again, "John," he said to her by way of introduction, "John Crichton ... I'm guessing that I'm pleased to meet you ...?"