[ An argument? Just in time, the evening was starting to look like it might be boring. Q listens with a disconnected patience up until the end, when he frowns and leans in closer - all the better to speak in a passionate whisper so no one overhears. ] Yes, and he was evidently a dangerous human trafficker. One that you're fortunate only had an attack dog today, and not something with more bullets involved.
I sympathize with your-- discomfort for playing nice with bad people. But that's how we get enough information to do something about it. [ Q leans back onto his own stool, sighing. ] ...I'll put in a word to make sure you're not sent on these alone again. [ Surely, with all their issues of being understaffed, that won't ever backfire in Q's direction or anything... ]
[Q leans in, and Strand ducks his head, jaw winding tight--I'm listening, but I don't have to be happy about it. He's been around the block enough that he knows this. He should know it. That he has to be reminded, even this way is embarrassing at best. It sits in the air as Q settles back in his seat, churning until Strand admits thinly:]
The trainings never fit in my schedule. I need--I need accommodations if I'm going to get them in the next month. I know that Sims has been meaning to make to them tpo, we could--schedule something.
Yes, but the employee health insurance cares about you being shot. [ Stiffly, like he's reprimanding-- well, an employee, and not a colleague he just bothered to face happy hour traffic to go join in sulking at a bar. Q abandons the beer and instead orders another shot of of whiskey.
At least the bartender remembers Strand's scowl from earlier, and again doesn't card Q before bringing the drink over. ] But alright. I'll see if I can get them to schedule a training on a day you're not being sent out for field research.
i am...loving your guy, okay
I sympathize with your-- discomfort for playing nice with bad people. But that's how we get enough information to do something about it. [ Q leans back onto his own stool, sighing. ] ...I'll put in a word to make sure you're not sent on these alone again. [ Surely, with all their issues of being understaffed, that won't ever backfire in Q's direction or anything... ]
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The trainings never fit in my schedule. I need--I need accommodations if I'm going to get them in the next month. I know that Sims has been meaning to make to them tpo, we could--schedule something.
I don't care about being shot. Or stitched.
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At least the bartender remembers Strand's scowl from earlier, and again doesn't card Q before bringing the drink over. ] But alright. I'll see if I can get them to schedule a training on a day you're not being sent out for field research.