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[You might have seen this guy skulking around the ship both looking like he knows exactly what he’s doing and a lot like he shouldn’t be doing it. Truthfully, he’s not done anything yet that would warrant a spell in the brig, but there’s little hope of that staying the case.

What he has seen is a bunch of people walking around without any idea of how much danger they’re in at any given moment and that’s a problem for Dean. He’s spent his entire adult life working to save people from freaky ass crap that goes bump in the night. Here isn’t any different.]

Any of you get the impression we should be keeping our eyes very freakin’ open 24/7?

I dunno about you, but I know that getting pulled onto a spaceship with no explanation and shoved in a tank of goo is pretty high up my list of pros for constant vigilance. Nobody else is taking responsibility for all the people walkin’ around without a goddamn clue of how to defend themselves. Maybe we should, ‘cause if we got a snowball’s chance of getting off this ship in one piece... time to start payin’ attention.

Interested? Qualified? Talk to me.

[Yeah, he’s aware that there’s a security team already ‘in operation’ around the ship. He just hasn’t seen them do a damn thing yet. And since he knows none of their history, he’s not apologizing for assuming they aren’t capable. Sorry, guys. He is, however, open to introductions and definitely wants to be proved wrong. Maybe then he can start to shake this feeling he’s got of being watched.]

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[He makes no comment on what she's said, knows that it's easily enough done. Instead, his expression actually softens slightly in response. He's nowhere near friendly-looking, but he's not looking so pissed now either.]

As much as I want this to be a lone ranger kinda thing... all of us workin' on our own isn't gonna cut it this time. Ship's too big and there's too much space to cover. I'm suggestin' we start working on organizin' a bigger group of people all working towards the same thing.

[She shrugs, mirroring Ariadne's gestures from when they had bumped into each other in the garden. Like with Ariadne, Rey's visage also sounds less harsh than before -- like Dean's.]

So far it seems like everyone's goal is to "get the hell out of here" and "stay alive". That's not too hard to sort out.

That I can roll with. I just don't think a stampede is gonna help.

Agreed. Freaking out is kind of counterproductive.

Which means we gotta keep people prepared. Some of them haven't experienced what it's like goin' up against things that want to eat them for goddamn breakfast.

[Her eyebrows raise.]

And you have?

Only on my really lucky days. [He snorts and shakes his head. There's a tiny part of him that might actually miss that, might miss being out on the open road feeling useful to someone. Anyone.

When he speaks next he sounds less sarcastic. Actually, he's even going so far as a little honesty.]

Most days since I was a teenager. It's uh-- it was my job. Huntin' things that were trying to gank innocent people.

Ouch, if being someone's breakfast is considered a good day, I'd hate to see what a bad one's like.

[What is imagination.]

Some job.

A bad one? End of the world puts a few things into perspective, y'know? [Not that he's expecting an answer to that.]

's all I know. Been doin' it for as long as I remember. Just like my dad. [And his mom. But it's a subject he doesn't really want to focus in on.]

Old habits die hard. Figured I could offer up a little experience.