Souvlaki. Skewered meat. [He's touching his eyepatch for a second, just. Chuckling.] A Greek word. Goes well with everything else in this place. The name of the ship. The statue of Aquarius downstairs. They're following a theme.
[It's obvious he's surprised when Jack reveals his role. His eyes are widening, eyebrows rising, and then— Well. Even after Elizabeth's outburst, he's forcing his expression to return to something neutral. Maybe something even a tad grim, now that he's been asked to decapitate Luke if it turns out he's hosting one of the aliens. He doesn't reply verbally, not really, but... He doesn't object.
Sorry, Luke.
He scrolls through the information once the datapad is passed to him, huffing out a laugh as he gets to the end. It's hard to tell if it's out of disbelief or something else.]
So you're Jack, the Souvlaki Slayer. [There's a pop culture joke here.] Can't say it rolls off the tongue very easily. But if this information is legit, that makes you the highest-ranking member of the ship. Cute. Should I congratulate you? It feels like we should get a bottle of champagne in here. Or some red wine, to match this access denied.
[He's joking. This is awful. Why is Jack the highest ranking member of the ship? There's no way that was decided democratically. However—]
If what Luke says is true, and we're missing a hell of a lot of memories for some reason... That implies we're not captives. We're here out of our own free will. Voluntarily, as members of the Pygmalion's crew. What in the world would cause us to forget something like that? [Also:] Not to mention, if this admiral is relaying messages through our dead guys? That means they're dead, as well.
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Date: 2016-08-09 06:02 am (UTC)[It's obvious he's surprised when Jack reveals his role. His eyes are widening, eyebrows rising, and then— Well. Even after Elizabeth's outburst, he's forcing his expression to return to something neutral. Maybe something even a tad grim, now that he's been asked to decapitate Luke if it turns out he's hosting one of the aliens. He doesn't reply verbally, not really, but... He doesn't object.
Sorry, Luke.
He scrolls through the information once the datapad is passed to him, huffing out a laugh as he gets to the end. It's hard to tell if it's out of disbelief or something else.]
So you're Jack, the Souvlaki Slayer. [There's a pop culture joke here.] Can't say it rolls off the tongue very easily. But if this information is legit, that makes you the highest-ranking member of the ship. Cute. Should I congratulate you? It feels like we should get a bottle of champagne in here. Or some red wine, to match this access denied.
[He's joking. This is awful. Why is Jack the highest ranking member of the ship? There's no way that was decided democratically. However—]
If what Luke says is true, and we're missing a hell of a lot of memories for some reason... That implies we're not captives. We're here out of our own free will. Voluntarily, as members of the Pygmalion's crew. What in the world would cause us to forget something like that? [Also:] Not to mention, if this admiral is relaying messages through our dead guys? That means they're dead, as well.