I think it's time for another Drabble.
“God, how could anyone have survived that?” Tosh whispered to no one in particular as she stared at the footage of Canary Wharf on her station monitor.
“Bet you’re glad you took me up on my job offer, huh?” Jack’s jaunty voice floated down from his office upstairs, “Owen, how many survivors did we end up with?”
“23,” Owen said, spinning his chair to face Jack as he came down to join them.
Suzie handed him a sheet with the list of names, “Good, not much to clean up then. Say, were there any archivists among the survivors?”
Owen spun back around to his station, slapping keys as Jack leaned over his shoulder, “Yeah, two.”
“Ooooh, that one’s cute. When you guys go up there, ask him if he’s interested in a job. If he isn’t, retcon him with the rest of them, but keep track of where he goes.”
“Bet you’re glad you took me up on my job offer, huh?” Jack’s jaunty voice floated down from his office upstairs, “Owen, how many survivors did we end up with?”
“23,” Owen said, spinning his chair to face Jack as he came down to join them.
Suzie handed him a sheet with the list of names, “Good, not much to clean up then. Say, were there any archivists among the survivors?”
Owen spun back around to his station, slapping keys as Jack leaned over his shoulder, “Yeah, two.”
“Ooooh, that one’s cute. When you guys go up there, ask him if he’s interested in a job. If he isn’t, retcon him with the rest of them, but keep track of where he goes.”