Now, she certainly had paperwork. Quite a backlog, actually, but she was still staring at the screen of her monitor blankly, spending more time spinning in her swivel chair than actually typing. She'd made it as far as the time and date for her latest report, but she had a feeling Jack expected something slightly more in-depth.
Gwen wasn't sure if it was the spinning or the glow of her workstation that made her feel dizzy, but either way, she needed something to pull her head out of the clouds. A cuppa should do the trick.
She distracted herself by making tea, taking it a step further to deliver a cup to Jack as well. The Hub was ghostly quiet, and she wandered into his office, setting the steaming up on the corner of his desk and offering him a smile.
"Pretty pathetic, isn't it? I'd give anything for a Nostrovite rampage right about now."
Jack didn't glance up from his papers when Gwen arrived. He didn't thank her or even acknowledge the drink she'd placed down. In fact the only way it was obvious he was aware of it at all was the fact he picked up the mug and took a drink from it.
He waited a pause after she finished speaking and then, still looking at his papers, spoke up. "Yeah. At this rate I'm thinking maybe it's a good idea to let Janet loose on Queen street just to see what happens."
He looked up from his papers and took another sip from his mug. "That's a joke by the way."
Gently, he placed the mug back down and leaned his arms forward against his desk. "Got anything for me?"
Gwen blinked rapidly, taking a sip of her own tea to try to hide that incredibly obvious look of guilt on her face. She wasn't sure if it was for part of her hoping Jack had been serious, or for the fact that she hadn't finished half tonne of paperwork on her desk that seemed drastically more daunting than a million weevils could ever be.
"Um, no, but I'm sure I'll finish up that report soon," she lied. Rhys was out of town on business, and the idea of heading home to an even more empty and pathetic evening wasn't particularly appealing anyway. Gwen would rather spend her night spinning in a swivel chair.
"You know, Jack," Gwen continued, deciding a change in subject would be the safest route if she didn't want him to just dismiss her back to the monotonous boredom of typing and staring into space. "Maybe you should consider gettin' a place of your own. Somewhere to go after work and all. Maybe even find a few hobbies?"
"I'm going to hope that was your idea of humour," he said almost sternly. A quick dismissing of the matter before twisting the conversation yet again. He didn't want to talk about him. Why on earth would he want to do that? Well, unless the topic was to do with just how handsome and dashing he was; that he could cope with.
"Nothing? Seriously? Not anything. Not even any weird police reports? Not a thing?" He let out a long overly-dramatic breath.
And because of course he knew her well enough to know that if she had decided she wanted to press a matter she wouldn't simply let him evade it, he added, "You can go home if you like. All of you. Get an early night or go play housewife for the evening."
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Now, she certainly had paperwork. Quite a backlog, actually, but she was still staring at the screen of her monitor blankly, spending more time spinning in her swivel chair than actually typing. She'd made it as far as the time and date for her latest report, but she had a feeling Jack expected something slightly more in-depth.
Gwen wasn't sure if it was the spinning or the glow of her workstation that made her feel dizzy, but either way, she needed something to pull her head out of the clouds. A cuppa should do the trick.
She distracted herself by making tea, taking it a step further to deliver a cup to Jack as well. The Hub was ghostly quiet, and she wandered into his office, setting the steaming up on the corner of his desk and offering him a smile.
"Pretty pathetic, isn't it? I'd give anything for a Nostrovite rampage right about now."
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He waited a pause after she finished speaking and then, still looking at his papers, spoke up. "Yeah. At this rate I'm thinking maybe it's a good idea to let Janet loose on Queen street just to see what happens."
He looked up from his papers and took another sip from his mug. "That's a joke by the way."
Gently, he placed the mug back down and leaned his arms forward against his desk. "Got anything for me?"
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"Um, no, but I'm sure I'll finish up that report soon," she lied. Rhys was out of town on business, and the idea of heading home to an even more empty and pathetic evening wasn't particularly appealing anyway. Gwen would rather spend her night spinning in a swivel chair.
"You know, Jack," Gwen continued, deciding a change in subject would be the safest route if she didn't want him to just dismiss her back to the monotonous boredom of typing and staring into space. "Maybe you should consider gettin' a place of your own. Somewhere to go after work and all. Maybe even find a few hobbies?"
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"I'm going to hope that was your idea of humour," he said almost sternly. A quick dismissing of the matter before twisting the conversation yet again. He didn't want to talk about him. Why on earth would he want to do that? Well, unless the topic was to do with just how handsome and dashing he was; that he could cope with.
"Nothing? Seriously? Not anything. Not even any weird police reports? Not a thing?" He let out a long overly-dramatic breath.
And because of course he knew her well enough to know that if she had decided she wanted to press a matter she wouldn't simply let him evade it, he added, "You can go home if you like. All of you. Get an early night or go play housewife for the evening."
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