I'm not like the other wardens I'm like a cool warden

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Passengers: Loki and Jack
Location: Solitary
Date: 2/15, shortly after pairings were announced
Summary: Time to get acquainted in the jail-in-jail
Warnings: N/A



It's convenient that pairings are announced when they are. Loki's less actively enraged than he was before, but he'd still been about to send the Navarch a sternly worded complaint when she sent them out. He's suitably distracted, particularly given the fact that his new inmate has been locked up for her part in whatever was going on while he was-- well, it doesn't matter what he was doing planetside, really. The point is, he has to square her away before he addresses the Navarch's...judgment.

What isn't convenient is having to arrange for the door to be opened, which honestly makes him look forward to a permanent pairing, even if that's a daunting prospect. At least he'd have one thing under control. Er. Person. Ideally.

When Loki enters the solitary unit, he's dressed down, for his standards. Soft things, not armor or anything tailored, his hair tied back in a braid. His stance is just as casual, with his shoulders relaxed and lips quirked in light amusement.

"Not the ideal first meeting, I suppose, but I've had worse," he remarks. "As I'm sure you have."

He grabs the chair from the desk and drags it over to sit all in one graceful motion. "I'm Loki. Your warden for the month, if you haven't seen the message."

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[n0ught]

When Jack hears the door open, she jumps to her feet, ready to turn whoever enters into a red smear on the wall on her way to freedom. She's broken out of jail before, and this time is... well, this time is different. Without access to her biotics, the best she could do is knock the guy over and then get dragged back here within minutes.

Scowling, angry at the whole damn situation, she slowly sits down on the spartan cot. Her posture is relaxed, elbows on her knees, but anyone who is more than a little observant can tell it's a lie: her muscles are tense and coiled, still ready to bolt even if she has consciously put that option on the shelf.

"Great," she says, dripping sarcasm. "What do you want?"

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Loki notes the way she braces herself upon his entry versus the way she attempts to return to neutral. It's clear she wants him to think she has no interest in starting anything, which is for the best for both of them, really.

"Well, I was hoping we could get to know each other, for starters." He laces his fingers in his lap, raises a shoulder in a lazy shrug. "Whether that starts with what your plans were down on the planet is up to you. I'm all ears for whatever you'd like to share. Or ask, if you'd prefer to reverse the interrogation immediately like so many of your fellows seem to."

Although it's not as if she'd escaped with Volk and Silco. Which actually raises his first question. "Honestly, I think I'm most curious why you chose to team up with those two, given they can't seem to stop punching each other in the face. Seems like a poor basis for a working relationship."

[n0ught]

Thankfully, Jack is used to dealing with answering questions from her time with Shepard. Unlike Shepard, though, Loki seems more interested in Jack's motivations rather than 'getting to know her'---which is easier for her to deal with, honestly: he's to the point and she appreciates that. The last thing she would want is for him to insult her by pretending he actually cares about her.

She watches his posture, the relaxed nature of it, and mirrors him by lacing her fingers together over her knees.

"Shit," she says, laughing. "You think I wanted to be friends with them? They presented an opportunity for me. That's all."

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"An opportunity that was bound to blow up in your face." Loki raises an eyebrow, tilting his head. "But even if it didn't. What was your plan for survival on a planet you knew nothing about? Was figuring that out really preferable to staying here?"

This ship's conditions aren't ideal for anyone, but they're still far more comfortable than camping out on a planet one might never be able to leave.

[n0ught]

Jack shrugs her shoulders, disinterested in his clear attempts at making her feel bad for what she did. She doesn't feel bad. She did what anyone would have done, she just did it first.

"I've been in shittier places and I got out just fine. I don't like being contained—this is a cushy-ass prison, but it's still a prison."

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Loki nods, humming thoughtfully. "I can't disagree with you there. I wouldn't mind another outing, soon. I hardly got to enjoy that one."

Since he was half fish.

Anyway.

"I think you'll find it useful to keep in mind that there's no guarantee you'd be able to survive off the ship. And not just in the 'living on an alien planet with no supplies' sense. Given you're here to earn a second chance at life, I'm fairly certain you might just die without the ship around to sustain your being."

He shrugs, just as lightly as she just did. "Food for thought."