[Daniel] Day 20: Debriefing (open tag)
Daniel waited quietly, going over the notes in front of him, while waiting for everyone to have some breakfast and get on the same page. The notes were simply a way to organize his thoughts and a list of questions he wanted to ask, systems that needed to be investigated, observations that he'd made about the prisoners and the facility.
( Slowly getting down to business. )
( Slowly getting down to business. )
He was glad that she was standing to the side of him. Still, he was a normal red-blooded heterosexual male and he had to force himself to look away for propriety's sake. He opened his mouth to remind her to put on some clothes - evidently Tara's magical ripple had completely banished Faith's clothes and not rendered them invisible - and changed his mind. Without a word, he walked over to one of the deserted mattresses from the night before, snatched up a blanket and wrapped it around Faith without looking at every inch of her body on display and without touching more than her shoulders.
"Tired of enjoying the view?" Faith's smirk was firmly in place.
"While I'm not surprised that you are quite confident and comfortable with your body, Faith, let's have a small measure of respect for the others present, all right?"
Faith shrugged, "Sure, no problem." She began fiddling with the blanket, pulling it off one shoulder and working it under her arms - all somehow without flashing the entire kitchen (again).
"Faith, what are you -"
"Toga," Faith supplied without looking up from what she was doing. "I know I *could* go get some scrubs, but I don't want to miss anything."
"Of course," Daniel remarked dryly, watching Dean leave with the new young woman. Faith watched as well, smirked, but didn't seem to care.
"Yes, well I think the meeting was interrupted by Tara's magical run off, so instead of showing us your expertise in ancient clothing, why don't you get some scrubs - and keep an eye on the lovely new young lady who washed up onto the beach," Daniel instructed.
"Don't trust Dean?"
"Do you trust Dean?"
"Hey, I screwed him, I didn't marry 'im."
Daniel sighed. That wasn't at all what he was getting at. "Faith -"
"Yeah I know, Dean's dick my trip him up if she's a plant or some shit like that, whereas my love of dicks won't let it happen."
He realized he must have been growing used to Faith. Her straightforward, frank description didn't even make him blink. In fact, he gave her bemused smile. "Not the words I would have chosen, but yes."
"And 'sides having the new guy - that we don't know - alone with the new girl that we don't know, not the smartest thing to do."
Daniel nodded at Faith's perception. She was smarter than she looked - and acted. "Nail on the head."
"But you weren't worried about me screwing him?"
"Somehow, Faith, I think that Dean was in more danger alone with you than vice-versa."
Faith grinned proudly. "Update me on the sitch when I get back?" Faith was already leaving the kitchen and tossed the last back over her shoulder.
"I'll try to remember to keep you in the loop," Daniel said.
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