"You thought we couldn't speak English." He gives her a look full of distaste. "I understand how close we need to get. As long as you don't fall behind, I'll get you there. Then you can do your..." He waves a hand vaguely. "...whatever it is you're risking our lives for, and we can get home that much faster. Got it?"
She'd better, because Gale is already taking off to lead the way. He moves swiftly, his steps the next best thing to silent, so if Lydia does lose him, she'll be hard-pressed to find him again. Since this is a mission directly from the Commander, however, he'll be making sure he knows where she is at all times, whether she falls behind or not.
"I wasn't sure if you could speak English." she corrects, "Seeing as only a handful of your people have actually spoken it in front of me. But let me guess, if I had assumed you spoke English, you'd find an excuse to be offended that I had made that assumption."
Basically she's calling you a jerk, Gale. She trudges along. She's visibly unused to the terrain, but she's trying.
"I'm risking our lives so less of our people have to risk theirs. It's basic math. And making sure I don't fall behind is part of your job, isn't it?"
She doesn't seem to expect an answer. After all, if she does get lost, they're wasting time. She'll do her best to keep pace as necessary, but now also to spite him.
"Maybe we just don't want you eavesdropping," Gale suggests with a scowl. It isn't true, what she's saying. He may not be the easiest to get along with, but Gale doesn't find reasons to be offended over nothing, whether she knows it or not. It isn't likely that she'll be around long enough to find out, though, and he doesn't need to justify himself to her, so he doesn't bother.
"If you're worried about getting lost, don't. I know these woods." She's right about his job here, but he doesn't want to give her the satisfaction of saying it outright. It's clear enough in how he hangs back now and then, pausing to let her catch up enough that he feels safe to move forward.
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She'd better, because Gale is already taking off to lead the way. He moves swiftly, his steps the next best thing to silent, so if Lydia does lose him, she'll be hard-pressed to find him again. Since this is a mission directly from the Commander, however, he'll be making sure he knows where she is at all times, whether she falls behind or not.
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Basically she's calling you a jerk, Gale. She trudges along. She's visibly unused to the terrain, but she's trying.
"I'm risking our lives so less of our people have to risk theirs. It's basic math. And making sure I don't fall behind is part of your job, isn't it?"
She doesn't seem to expect an answer. After all, if she does get lost, they're wasting time. She'll do her best to keep pace as necessary, but now also to spite him.
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"If you're worried about getting lost, don't. I know these woods." She's right about his job here, but he doesn't want to give her the satisfaction of saying it outright. It's clear enough in how he hangs back now and then, pausing to let her catch up enough that he feels safe to move forward.