Una lit Starbuck's cigarette and then one for herself. "A toxic combination," she said of Starbuck's last commanding officer. "I had to make nice with one of those once. Definitely a 'lie back and think of England' sort of business." All right, perhaps that was a bit too much information. She glared at her glass and wondered where her drink had gone.
"Did she know, that pilot? That she was—I'm sorry, feel free to tell me it's none of my business if you'd rather not talk about it."
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2008-01-30 04:03 pm (UTC)"Did she know, that pilot? That she was—I'm sorry, feel free to tell me it's none of my business if you'd rather not talk about it."