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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.

[ 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.]

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