Anywhere can be made private. [ He thinks the captains of this ship haven't really considered tapping conversations, so all they'd have to do is avoid other crew if they needed to. Steve drops his arms and glances over his shoulder—by the decor behind him, he's in his room. ] Mess hall. Ten minutes.
[ He offers her a short smile. ] I'll get a table.
[ Another person, in such a precarious and unfamiliar situation, might decide to lay low and keep a low profile. Medusa declines to do this. She couldn't hide her nature for long, even if she wanted to— and she doesn't want to. They should know who they're dealing with. They should be very aware of who they've chosen to meddle with. She makes no effort to control the sprawl of her hair, and she acts like she owns every inch of space. Like she should be in charge.
(It rankles her that she's not.)
He seems right enough that she doesn't instantly notice, when she sees him in person, that he's not right. Her version of right. And even if she did, Medusa wouldn't allow it to show. If pride and poise is all she has left, she'll take it. ]
Captain Rogers.
[ There's just the hint of something softening, some relief. A slight smile. ]
As I'm the one who proposed the meeting, I hope you'll forgive me for not offering to buy you coffee.
[ He doesn't know what to think of her when he sees her in person—and there's a lot to take in. Her hair, the presence that fills the room when she enters it and moves to speak with him. Her smile earns one from Steve, something just as soft though erring on the side of cautious. This much is true: he certainly doesn't know her. But that doesn't mean he won't try, and the more allies there were on the ship, the better it would be for everyone in the long run.
There's a glance in the direction of the kitchen. ]
I think it's free anyway, but there should be time for that later. [ And he skips straight to the reason they're both there, gesturing for her to take a seat if she wants. ] What can I do for you?
[ Medusa can be accused of many things. She's temperamental, vicious in her anger when roused. Stubborn, occasionally to the point of forcing herself to believe in what she wants rather than what's true. But one thing she has never been is stupid. Or poor at reading signals, when she's spent her life with a man who could never communicate with her in words. She knows what's going on. ]
I suppose we should dispense with this immediately. You are not the Steven Rogers I know, are you?
[ It's not like it isn't obvious. He doesn't look quite right. He doesn't greet her the way the man she knew would. He would be happier to see her. At least, he would feel something besides reserved politeness. ]
[ Maybe it's the same way he'd felt when he'd seen Bucky's name show up on the directory, only to find out it wasn't the same friend he was expecting—or anything close to it. For that, Steve feels a bit guilty, but it's not as if he can really help what universe he's from and who he knows, how far in the timeline any of this progresses. Would he know someone like her back where he's from? He doesn't know, and he can't say for sure. Still, all he can give her is honesty, and that's done with the slightest shake of his head, that reserved politeness fading. ]
I guess not. [ Which he is apologetic about if his expression is any indication. ] Is that why you wanted to meet?
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[ He offers her a short smile. ] I'll get a table.
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[ Another person, in such a precarious and unfamiliar situation, might decide to lay low and keep a low profile. Medusa declines to do this. She couldn't hide her nature for long, even if she wanted to— and she doesn't want to. They should know who they're dealing with. They should be very aware of who they've chosen to meddle with. She makes no effort to control the sprawl of her hair, and she acts like she owns every inch of space. Like she should be in charge.
(It rankles her that she's not.)
He seems right enough that she doesn't instantly notice, when she sees him in person, that he's not right. Her version of right. And even if she did, Medusa wouldn't allow it to show. If pride and poise is all she has left, she'll take it. ]
Captain Rogers.
[ There's just the hint of something softening, some relief. A slight smile. ]
As I'm the one who proposed the meeting, I hope you'll forgive me for not offering to buy you coffee.
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There's a glance in the direction of the kitchen. ]
I think it's free anyway, but there should be time for that later. [ And he skips straight to the reason they're both there, gesturing for her to take a seat if she wants. ] What can I do for you?
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I suppose we should dispense with this immediately. You are not the Steven Rogers I know, are you?
[ It's not like it isn't obvious. He doesn't look quite right. He doesn't greet her the way the man she knew would. He would be happier to see her. At least, he would feel something besides reserved politeness. ]
You have no idea who I am.
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I guess not. [ Which he is apologetic about if his expression is any indication. ] Is that why you wanted to meet?