"I don't think anybody in our line of work gets surprised easy," is half-sighed, because he nearly wishes he could find that weird. At the same time: he shrugs. "But I wouldn't trade it for anything else." Jim flashes her a quick smile, too-knowing about that space cowboy lifestyle.
Which carries such enormous, crushing burdens, sometimes.
The inevitable bumble of do-you-want-a-drink and looming attention from the bartender washes over them, and Jim's left with a bottle of curiously red-tinged beer (Kathryn with, of course, whatever she'd like, or perhaps nothing - Jim seems unwilling to take up space without courteously coughing up a few coins, though, despite is immortal dislike of this type of economy).
Alright.
"I'm going to assume you don't need the 101 course in parallel universes and time travel," is the opener he's going with.
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Which carries such enormous, crushing burdens, sometimes.
The inevitable bumble of do-you-want-a-drink and looming attention from the bartender washes over them, and Jim's left with a bottle of curiously red-tinged beer (Kathryn with, of course, whatever she'd like, or perhaps nothing - Jim seems unwilling to take up space without courteously coughing up a few coins, though, despite is immortal dislike of this type of economy).
Alright.
"I'm going to assume you don't need the 101 course in parallel universes and time travel," is the opener he's going with.