Well enough. Sort of... fell into his band of merry misfits. *a sigh, then self-deprecatingly* What can I say? In th' end I'm a soldier, an' he cuts a fine figure of a leader.
*realizing for some odd reason she's oversharing- and damnit, what the hell is wrong with her? Getting sloppy lately- she hastily throws the question back at John*
...What about you? How do you an' our lovely Jack know each other?
Any reason for th' Network-wide serenade, babe, or jus' feel like introducin' yourself with a bang?
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...'M Cadman. You'd be?
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John Hart, Captain.
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*a beat, as the tumblers click over in Cadman's head*
Purportedly well endowed, cocky as hell, an' a charmer t' boot? Let me guess. You got somethin' t' do with Jack.
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You know our old boy Jack Harkness?
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I wouldn't know.
*then, louder*
Well enough. Sort of... fell into his band of merry misfits. *a sigh, then self-deprecatingly* What can I say? In th' end I'm a soldier, an' he cuts a fine figure of a leader.
*realizing for some odd reason she's oversharing- and damnit, what the hell is wrong with her? Getting sloppy lately- she hastily throws the question back at John*
...What about you? How do you an' our lovely Jack know each other?
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We were partners.
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Anyway.
Hmm. Partners, huh? Begs th' askin' why I've never heard tell of a John Hart before, then.
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Oh I'm a dear skeleton in the closet I reckon.
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*not going to ask, not going to ask, not going to- oh, fuck it*
He the same noble, 'know-better-than-thou' asshole he is now when you knew 'im, Hart?
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*a deep sigh, then*
Hart, hypothetically suppose I was t' get you outta... wherever you are, from under Jack's nose. You be willin' t' help me out with a slight problem?
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Mm, problem?
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...Hypothetical problem followin' a hypothetical situation, babe. Keep up.
Hypothetically, I might have been scuffed up a bit t'night, an' therefore might need backup on a short errand.
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