[ Which is all she'll say on the subject as well. Sometimes it can be a tricky line to navigate, being both Pentecost's daughter and one of his rangers. But Mako has long since learned how to perfect the art, the former having been whittled down to something small and put aside, the later having grown as time passed, giving even the most earnest moments a sheen of contained professionalism. ]
The candidates showing is tomorrow. We'll all have an opportunity to see what Becket as to offer.
[ If he wanted to, Mako knows Chuck could start a row over Raleigh right now.
(She hopes he doesn't. They'll be time for that later.) ]
And what would I be doing with your sunglasses?
[ It's a trick question because she does have them. She'd stolen them out of the inside pocket of his jacket the last time they'd seen one another in Sydney. (—an unseasonably cold winter, a storm threatening the distant horizon and Mako's hair whipping about her face as another breeze kicks up around the both of them. Neither of them talk but they never really have. Whether Mako forgets that she has the glasses or if she takes them on purpose is anybody's guess—) ]
ACTUALlY SCRATCH THAT I THINK I'lL DRINK THEM INSTEAD
[ Which is all she'll say on the subject as well. Sometimes it can be a tricky line to navigate, being both Pentecost's daughter and one of his rangers. But Mako has long since learned how to perfect the art, the former having been whittled down to something small and put aside, the later having grown as time passed, giving even the most earnest moments a sheen of contained professionalism. ]
The candidates showing is tomorrow.
We'll all have an opportunity to see what Becket as to offer.
[ If he wanted to, Mako knows Chuck could start a row over Raleigh right now.
(She hopes he doesn't. They'll be time for that later.) ]
And what would I be doing with your sunglasses?
[ It's a trick question because she does have them. She'd stolen them out of the inside pocket of his jacket the last time they'd seen one another in Sydney. (—an unseasonably cold winter, a storm threatening the distant horizon and Mako's hair whipping about her face as another breeze kicks up around the both of them. Neither of them talk but they never really have. Whether Mako forgets that she has the glasses or if she takes them on purpose is anybody's guess—) ]