gotta get down for a mingle

[redactions]

Who: The crew of the SS Heron and visitors.
Broadcast: nope.
Action: Aboard the SS Heron.
When: After returning to the ship.

[ finally back on the right ship, except the corridors are all mysteriously cold and the ship seems smaller. Thanks, Atroma. New crew, visitors, starters in comments ]

Comments

[touchofrogue]

Well. Steve Rogers. [Now was the time for her to be conciliatory and understanding, to smile at him and be genuinely glad for the sake of so many other people that he was there. Except Rogue really, really didn't like being treated as a threat when she hadn't done anything threatening. It might be because of her history of being hunted for the crime of her simple existence, or a deeper, personal issue due to the nature of her powers, but whatever its root cause, Rogue did not feel conciliatory.] I'd say it's nice ta meet ya, but I think we both know that'd be stretchin' the truth a little bit.

[She takes an exaggerated step back, pivoting to place her back to the wall and clear the hall for him as she drops her hand from her hip and motions with the other in an 'after you' gesture.] I hope ya have a less eventful day.

[enshields]

[It's just passive-aggressive enough that it grinds his already ground gears, and he steps past her with an inclination of his head. Maybe if he were a better man, he'd apologize, but on the list of things he doesn't feel he owes an apology for is being concerned for the safety of James Barnes. Either one of them.]

Likewise.

[And then he's gone.]