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Kate.

[With regular doors, there are way to talk even when the doors are closed. Whisper through the keyhole--lay on the floor and talk through the gap between door and sill--talk loud enough to be heard right through the door. Loads of options.

Space doors shut a bit more tightly, which puts Sirius at a disadvantage. On top of that, his armload puts him at a spatial disadvantage. But he's determined to manage anyways, which leaves him half-pressed against the door, talking in a stage whisper (when really, he could just ring her on her device, text her, something, but where's the fun in that, eh--]

KATE.

[ Kate has the good grace to wince at the strain and the pointedness, which are both fair and deserved. She isn't really sure how to respond and while normally that wouldn't stop her from replying anyway, she can also tell he isn't really finished, so she plays with arranging egg on toast and waits.

And actually blushes, just a little. 'Humble' isn't really a word that gets used to describe Kate very often, but someone else calling her extraordinary and in this context is enough to trigger a brief moment of something that approaches modesty or shyness. Just a moment, and then she picks her head back up from its lean over her plate, mouth pressed into that same flat, thoughtful line. ]

I guess when you put it like that. [ The consideration she's giving to what he's said is both serious and genuine, but it isn't actually foremost in her mind anymore. She fiddles with her fork, rolling the stem back and forth between fingertips for a moment before she speaks again. ]

You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but-- what was it like? How did it happen?

Oh. Actually, maybe. I did have some weird dreams where I wasn't myself, and part of them was chasing a brother through the halls. Also some sort of assembly, where Captain Gallagher was speaking? I'll have to find my notes about it.

Fantastic. Guess the stasis just kept it all fresh for me. For the record, anything in there about anybody chloroforming anybody else is an exaggeration.

I saw a lot of the ship, though — maybe a tour or something? Nothing I've been able to piece together worth a damn so far, but let me know if you have any luck.

[ There are two or three people who sometimes like to just show up like this at Kate's door instead of texting ahead like normal humans. There isn't any kicking, so that rules Johanna out immediately. The voice is definitely male and also here so it isn't Darcy. There is whisper-shouting, which rules out Bucky since no spy worth his gadgets is going to bother with that. Remus is typically more polite.

All of which is too bad, because that means it is the one passenger she least wants to see and is most unable to deny, what with the whole massive amounts of gratitude thing.

She pushes up from the floor, where she has been doing push-ups and pretending she is in a prison movie, biding her time until her ingenious but overly complicated escape tunnel plan can be put to use. She brushes off her hands and smooths sweat-damp hair back at her temples, slapping the panel beside the door to open it. ]

What's up, Sirius?

[Spies might not whisper-shout, but a wizard in his early twenties (thanks, two years aboard the TQ) definitely would. And do.

Especially as he's got his arms full. Space beer, most importantly--and also a stack of buttered toast on a plate--and space DVDs. And a brand new blanket. It's the plate that he holds out to her first.

Since this is pre plot: there's just a hint of pink in his eye, barely noticible. Slightly bloodshot, like he's not slept very well. And despite everything that's happened since ths Jump, the disappearace and the search and all of it--he gives Kate a grin.]

Half for you.

[ What annoyance had seeped its way into Kate's expression melts out again immediately as she is handed a plate of toast by a gift-bearing wizard. She steps back to give him room to come in, setting the toast on top of the bureau so she can pull on a t-shirt and take a seat on the makeshift couch, plenty of room for him beside her. She takes a half slice and takes a bite, resting the plate on her thigh in easy sharing reach.

She doesn't ask why he's come, or why he's brought what he has. It's clear what this is, and she is both charmed and touched, and not in his usual ways. ]

You're a pretty great friend, you know that?

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I'm glad you finally noticed.

[It's a response completely lacking in self-consciousness--as is the grin that he gives her, totally shameless--so much so that they're probably both jokes.

Probably. Because, then again, he did carry around a mandrake leaf in his mouth for an entire month, without once complaining. For friendship.

This is far less complicated. This just requires him to sink down onto the false sofa with Kate, reaching briefly around her shoulders to make sure she's well-covered by the new blanket. Then he hands her the space DVDs, for her perusal. Then, and only then, does he help himself to a piece of space toast, but it's as he's reaching for a space beer for her, so even that's got an element of thoughtfulness to it. The grin he gives her this time is more normal.]

And who knew you were so easy. Toast. I've been overthinking you this entire time. Any of those any good?

[The space DVDs, that is. Like he didn't select them carefully. But Kate is the expert; he waits on her opinion.]

It was a war, Kate.

[ That sounds conclusive, a little weary, I don't want to talk about it--and she did say he didn't have to. But he does want to, sort of. It's more that he's on the tipping point between two levels of friendship, the one where he tries to be there for people and the one where he trusts them to do the same for him, and he needs a moment and a mildly wary glance at her face to decide to cross over. ]

We could stun people, we tried to when we could, but that meant they would get back up. We've only got one prison, and going there is arguably worse than dying. Not to mention he had a whole army of werewolves, and containing a hundred of them every full moon for the duration of a life sentence would be a lot of trouble. [ Which is terrible. But if anyone can say it, it's him, right? ] And the giants.

[ Not everyone would count giants as people, but not everyone would count Remus as people either, so he does. He's staring at a spot of nothing on the table and tapping his fork into his eggs. He notices and stops at the same time he realises he's not quite answering her question. ]

I think the only time I had a clear choice and really meant to do it was after Edgar Bones died. They got his whole family. His youngest was five. Right after that, when we caught a few of them off guard--I'm sorry any of it ever happened, but I'm not sure I'm sorry for that.