[Taylor's quiet for a long minute after Faith's finished, considering, no real sign of a reaction except a slight frown between her eyebrows. Of all the things someone could be in prison for, murder would be top of the no list, obvious reasons. Maybe if Faith had brought it to her some different way, maybe if Faith hadn't told her at all and it had come out months later. They already had enough trying to kill them on the ship without Taylor letting a murderer have access to Gunnery and the level of trust that came with a security position.
But Faith was telling her now, straight up, not sugarcoating it or even trying to plead a case on why Taylor should ignore it and sign her up anyway. It goes a long way on top of what Taylor's already seen, on the gut instinct that Faith's a good call. And if she had been in prison already for what she'd done, there was nothing good in Taylor attempting to punish her further. Not when they were so far removed from any kind of normal situation in the first place.
Decided, finally, she takes a step forward from the wall, holding out one hand.]
[ a few years ago, the silence would have broken faith. she's spent her whole life getting rejected, and the weight of not knowing would get a tantrum. she'd storm out, go get drunk or fuck somebody and throw them out or just go ahead and start a fight, because that was just what she did when things didn't feel like they were in control.
now, she just waits and watches tyke; clearly not relaxed, but ready to hear whatever her verdict is. this is part of redemption, like angel keeps hammering into her head: it'll suck and it'll hurt and you'll want to give in, but you don't get to stop trying because you owe all the people you fucked that much.
when tyke asks for her device, though, some of the tension drains and a tentative but genuine smile crosses her face for a second. ] Does that mean I got the job?
Yeah. [Half a shrug, hand still outstretched.] Gotta show you how to sign up for shit.
[The sign up listing, the patrol rota, that information document block that kept getting passed around. Taylor was starting to feel like it was burned into her head, the routine of getting another rookie on the team, probably part of the reason why she skipped over telling Faith she was in and straight onto the logistics of it.
But thinking about the logistics reminds her of one team member in particular, gives her one last thing to say about Faith's stay in prison before she shelves it as information that doesn't get brought out unless it really has to.]
And if Edgeworth finds out about that and starts giving you crap, you send him to me.
Sweet. [ the grin grows into something bigger, a little wobbly like she's not sure exactly how the giant grin thing works. then with a little shake, like a dog coming out of water, she grabs the device and hands it over, busying herself shoving all her stuff back into the bag. ]
I can deal with Edgeworth. [ she stands, slinging the bag over her shoulder and dipping one shoulder in a shrug. ] He's a dick sometimes, but I've dealt with worse. And I guess he means well.
[Taylor takes the device, hitting commands quickly to pull up the various pages Faith needs to deal with. She's ready by the time Faith's packed up.]
He does. [Mean well. There were good intentions behind every overly argumentative thing that came out of Edgeworth's mouth, Taylor knew that. She holds Faith's device back out.] But he's not meant to be your problem.
[He was on the SEC team, and that made him Taylor's problem. And she dealt with it as best she could.]
You've got the sign up and the rota there. Information on what we've been through already. It'll take about a day for your tat to change over.
Still, just saying. Probably good for me, dealing with him if I gotta.
[ taking responsibility, and accepting her deserved lumps without excuses or protest: these are not exactly skills faith was born with. ] Not saying I won't come to you if he makes it a drama, but you don't have to hold my hand. Dealt with worse, like I said.
[ she prods at her device, reading slowly. ] Been meaning to get some new ink, anyway.
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But Faith was telling her now, straight up, not sugarcoating it or even trying to plead a case on why Taylor should ignore it and sign her up anyway. It goes a long way on top of what Taylor's already seen, on the gut instinct that Faith's a good call. And if she had been in prison already for what she'd done, there was nothing good in Taylor attempting to punish her further. Not when they were so far removed from any kind of normal situation in the first place.
Decided, finally, she takes a step forward from the wall, holding out one hand.]
Give me your comms.
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now, she just waits and watches tyke; clearly not relaxed, but ready to hear whatever her verdict is. this is part of redemption, like angel keeps hammering into her head: it'll suck and it'll hurt and you'll want to give in, but you don't get to stop trying because you owe all the people you fucked that much.
when tyke asks for her device, though, some of the tension drains and a tentative but genuine smile crosses her face for a second. ] Does that mean I got the job?
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[The sign up listing, the patrol rota, that information document block that kept getting passed around. Taylor was starting to feel like it was burned into her head, the routine of getting another rookie on the team, probably part of the reason why she skipped over telling Faith she was in and straight onto the logistics of it.
But thinking about the logistics reminds her of one team member in particular, gives her one last thing to say about Faith's stay in prison before she shelves it as information that doesn't get brought out unless it really has to.]
And if Edgeworth finds out about that and starts giving you crap, you send him to me.
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I can deal with Edgeworth. [ she stands, slinging the bag over her shoulder and dipping one shoulder in a shrug. ] He's a dick sometimes, but I've dealt with worse. And I guess he means well.
[ another shrug. ] Or whatever.
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He does. [Mean well. There were good intentions behind every overly argumentative thing that came out of Edgeworth's mouth, Taylor knew that. She holds Faith's device back out.] But he's not meant to be your problem.
[He was on the SEC team, and that made him Taylor's problem. And she dealt with it as best she could.]
You've got the sign up and the rota there. Information on what we've been through already. It'll take about a day for your tat to change over.
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[ taking responsibility, and accepting her deserved lumps without excuses or protest: these are not exactly skills faith was born with. ] Not saying I won't come to you if he makes it a drama, but you don't have to hold my hand. Dealt with worse, like I said.
[ she prods at her device, reading slowly. ] Been meaning to get some new ink, anyway.