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[ Root shifts so she's able to comfortably get her arms around Shaw. ]

Is there? Hm.

[ Root might need to check this out, for science. ]

How long was I out? Were you okay? Are you now?

You were out when the ship was hit by a huge wave and flipped over. I had to carry you out.

[ She runs a finger down Root's arm. ]

The dogs helped; they were good scouts.

I'm sorry, baby. [ Root nuzzles shaw's forehead and gives her a kiss there. ] My hero and our loyal guards had to work so hard.

[ She really is sorry. What an inconvenience to everyone she cares about. ]

So we're just supposed to stay here until the Admiral comes back for us? How boring. What are people doing for fun?

I wouldn't call it boring; it's possible we've been kidnapped or are being held for ransom.

[There's no direct evidence of it so far, but they haven't heard directly from the Admiral, and it's a fun little theory that's been making the rounds.]

[ It's boring if they just sit there. Also if there's nothing to hack. Ugh. ]

What are we doing about it?

Trying to figure out if we've been kidnapped or held for ransom...?

[Shaw shrugs, her shoulder rubbing against Root's.]

But this is a pirate ship. The first thing they did was loot the shipwreck - not that I had any real problems with that.

I mean, [ Root says as she gently rubs Shaw's back ] are we doing anything about this ship. Mutiny, sabotage, a flash mob...?

Aren't you usually the one telling me to slow my roll? We don't know what needs doing; we've only been here for a few days.

I missed out on so much. I need action!

[ She needs cuddles. Allow her to indulge for a few seconds. ]

We do need some sort of contingency plan, though. A way to get out a signal, the means to be self-sufficient...

That last one's a pipe dream.

[Shaw mutters, a furrow forming in her brow. The way she sees it, ever since they were picked up by the Barge they've been at the mercy of hyper-powerful beings that don't have to obey the laws of physics, and she can't imagine that that's going to change anytime soon.]

You can't, I dunno, hack a communicator, can you?

I've tried. [ So much. So hard! ] I'm not sure it's possible.

[ Hence boredom :( ]

The people who were already on this ship are just okay with this? With all of us crashing here for however long it ends up being?

Some of them are. Some of them are annoying. Some of them look like we're a potential meal they're sizing up.

[And those are, as one might imagine, the people she's keeping an eye on the most.]

[ So, about average for people on an interdimensional pirate ship. Actually-- ]

You know you can never fully trust a pirate, right?

Why do you think they're so fun and exciting?

[It's said jokingly, kind of, though with a kernel of truth in it. She runs a hand up and down over Root's spine.]

You already know I've got a thing for jewel thieves.

[ That touch makes Root shiver a little, delighted. Damn this absolute lack of privacy. ]

They're also dangerous. I know, that's also fun, but not if it can get you seriously hurt.

I'll be fine.

[Not that she has any confidence that that casual certainty will be of much comfort to Root. Jokes and flippancy aside, though--]

I'm thinking we should prepare for anything, but not jump the gun on anything yet. If they try to go pirate on our asses, then we hit them back.

[ Chuckling quietly, Type nuzzles Shaw's cheek. ]

So you're saying we should be pirates. I can get behind that.

Sure; we can be the upstanding gentlemen kind. We'll take what we need, which is mostly just ourselves.

[She sighs, closing her eyes and leaning into Root.]

The dogs are all okay. I'm glad I left Caffrey's pets on the Barge.

[Her instinct had been that bringing them along would have been stressful and confusing, especially for the cat; they'd been just starting to get used to Shaw's cabin being Home, and shoving them into a new temporary environment had seemed like it would be courting trouble.]

Good. [ One less thing to worry about.

She holds Shaw a little tighter. ] I'm going to do so much cooking when we get back. For you, for the dogs, for Arthur and John-- do you know of Arthur is okay?

[ Last Root had seen, Walter Tatterstall had cut a chunk of flesh out of him. ]

He's okay. He was worried about you, when the other ship--

[She lifts a hand and flips it on its back in the air, miming an overturn.]

But when we all washed up here, he said I could hang onto you.

That's sweet of him.

[ No sarcasm. Root relaxes a little against Shaw. ]

Sorry I was asleep for so long. I hope it didn't make things here harder for you.

Mmm.

[It hadn't, really, at least not in any way that she thinks Root might mean - but the timing of the coma in relation to the crash and rescue ("rescue"?) had been irregular, to say the least, and it's been niggling at Shaw with a low-level persistence ever since.]

No, it's more like... there was an itch I couldn't reach to scratch.

[She furrows her brow, curling a lock of Root's hair around her finger.]

I got used to it, but it was always there. And now it's gone.

[ She gets it, or at least the sentiment, but this is Root, and she's never met a double entendre she's simply let lie. ]

Don't worry. There are plenty of itches I can scratch for you.

We're in a room with like thirty people around us.

[Shaw chides, though even as she says it, she nudges her knee closer to Root's leg.]

Oh, we can make them leave.

[ For once, Root has no intention to follow through, but she can't resist the game, and she treasures every moment with Shaw. ]

Or maybe there's a quiet little nook somewhere that we can get some booty in.

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