[ After a long night and what's sure to be a difficult conversation with Elizabeth that morning, Jack is more sure of his decision than he'd thought he would be. Alice had dismissed him, which, hey, whatever, kind of has a crazy alien infection on her ship. But by Monday morning, before the motives for the week even go up, he figures it's time to see what kind of shitheap he can get himself into.
He's in his room, and he stands, looking idly again towards the ceiling as he calls out to her. ]
Heyyyyy Alice. Been thinking about our little arrangement.
[ He reaches up to tap the dataport behind his ear. ]
week 8 - monday morning
He's in his room, and he stands, looking idly again towards the ceiling as he calls out to her. ]
Heyyyyy Alice. Been thinking about our little arrangement.
[ He reaches up to tap the dataport behind his ear. ]
You ready to chat about it now?