Antar - Seven weeks after leaving Fandom
Tired, Isabel made her way into the small cubicle that served as her room, took off her leather jacket and dropped onto the bed. Closing her eyes she mentally started to review the mission. It had been successful, just like every mission she'd been. The strangeness of Fandom was paying off. Isabel was able to think outside the box and had come up with offbeat yet workable solutions that helped the Royalists acquire some much needed supplies and new technology. And slowly she was earning the grudging respect of her teammates/babysitters.
"You did it."
Isabel sat up, pushing her hair back off her face. "Of course. You needed the supplies. I couldn't come back with out them."
Max came in, shutting the door behind him. "Jaresh says you took some risks."
"I got the job done. That's what matters."
"Isabel," Max sighed, understanding completely why she was pushing the limits. "No. What matters is that you stay safe. Kivar knows we're here. He knows you're here. You need to be careful."
"I am," Isabel promised. "Trust me. I don't want to meet up with him."
"Then you have to be careful. If he got hold of you. You know what he'd want. What it would mean."
"I know. But it doesn't matter. I'd never do that to you."
"I know you wouldn't," he said, getting to his feet. "I'll let you rest then. There's a briefing in the morning."
She nodded, stretching back out on the bed.
"Isabel?" Max asked hesitantly, stopping in the doorway.
Isabel opened an eye and peered at him. "Yes?" she asked sleepily.
"You did good," he replied, smiling and ignoring any other concerns he might have. "Sleep well."
[ooc: NFB for distant. No IC but all OOC comments welcome!]
"You did it."
Isabel sat up, pushing her hair back off her face. "Of course. You needed the supplies. I couldn't come back with out them."
Max came in, shutting the door behind him. "Jaresh says you took some risks."
"I got the job done. That's what matters."
"Isabel," Max sighed, understanding completely why she was pushing the limits. "No. What matters is that you stay safe. Kivar knows we're here. He knows you're here. You need to be careful."
"I am," Isabel promised. "Trust me. I don't want to meet up with him."
"Then you have to be careful. If he got hold of you. You know what he'd want. What it would mean."
"I know. But it doesn't matter. I'd never do that to you."
"I know you wouldn't," he said, getting to his feet. "I'll let you rest then. There's a briefing in the morning."
She nodded, stretching back out on the bed.
"Isabel?" Max asked hesitantly, stopping in the doorway.
Isabel opened an eye and peered at him. "Yes?" she asked sleepily.
"You did good," he replied, smiling and ignoring any other concerns he might have. "Sleep well."
[ooc: NFB for distant. No IC but all OOC comments welcome!]