#Litae'sGrace – August 7, 2018

Elena smirks slightly, setting the empty beer bottle back down on the table. "That's what I like to hear..." she says, shifting a little in her seat to look at Shane. She lets the questionable overpronounciation of her name go uncommented as she studies him in silence for a moment, but soon her eyebrows furrow and she glances off towards the entrance. "Your friend gonna be okay on her own?" she asks as she looks back to Shane, a

Shane sits back, drawing in a deep breath at Elena's question. He passes a brief glance towards the door before looking back to her. "She's a big girl. And-... Trust me. When Sam says she wants to be left alone? You leave her alone." By his tone it's a lesson he's learned the hard way. Many many times. His gaze lowers to the empty bottle and that shit-eating grin of his makes a return. "But I think that's my cue for another

Elena 's smirk returns, her eyebrows rising as she glances out across the bar again. "That it is..." she agrees, seemingly just fine with sitting back and letting Shane fetch more beer. She keeps a hand on the empty bottle, watching it as she turns it idly, her mind quickly wandering to thoughts unknown when there's a break in the conversation.

Shane sets his own bottle back down on the table and slips back out of the booth once again. As he waits at the counter for his order, his gaze passes about the room. People watching. It's not long before he returns with a nice large pitcher in-hand and a pair of glasses in the other. "Figured with the way you're putting them down this might be a little more efficient rather than getting up every few minutes." he explains with a

Elena snickers, grabbing the glass and pulling it in closer. "Good call." she agrees with a smirk, willing herself best she can to put thoughts of the past week out of her mind for a bit. She's quick to take a sip of the beer. "Mmh... this is one shitty vacation spot." she says with a short laugh and a glance around the bar.

Shane furrows his brow in disagreement and gives a short shrug of his shoulders as he sets the pitcher back down and pulls his own glass closer. "What are you talking about? Good beer." he lifts his mug of skunk-beer slightly as he looks across the table to Elena. "Charming locals." he casts a glance over towards the counter. Specifically to an older man with a great, unkempt white beard who just so happens to be picking his nose

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Elena raises a skeptical eyebrow as she listens to Shane, glancing over at the bar as he points out the man. As he gets to the weather she cracks a smile, a snicker and a shake of her head following before she takes a sip from her glass again. "If this is 'good beer' you've lived a sad, sad life, Shane." she says, clearly having no compulsions about drinking quite a bit of it regardless.

Shane glances down into his glass, smirk only widening as he gives it a swirl while studying it. "Yeeeeah, it does kinda suck, doesn't it?" he relents with a snicker. With a dismissive shrug, he takes a sip anyway. As he sets the glass back down he looks back to Elena. "So." he begins, cradling the mug in both hands idly, "Sounds like your plans got kicked in the teeth for a while there. But what's the plan now? Where to next?"

Elena leans forward a bit, resting her elbows on the table, and looking down at her beer. The question causes her smirk to fade. "I, uh... I don't know. Captain... captain lost her husband. Don't think we're taking off anytime soon." she says, her voice quieter as she's inevitably brought back to the current situation. She looks off to the side again, out at the patrons by the bar, and then up to the screen as her eyebrows furrow

Shane nods along as Elena speaks. "That's rough..." he comments softly. He's not one to let things get too heavy, though, and gives a small shrug of his shoulders. "Well, hey. If it's any comfort, we're probably looking at a few months before all our paperwork goes through-..." he says, perhaps not recalling just how much they discussed back at the club, "...so I'm guessing we'll be around for a bit. And I'm pretty sure there's

Elena seems to appreciate the nudge away as she drifts towards heavy topics again, a half-hearted smirk crossing her lips. "Oh yeah...?" she says as her attention turns back to Shane, raising an eyebrow as she lifts the beer to her lips and takes another sip. Part of her still seems distracted, but she plays along nonetheless. Fake it 'til you make it, right? "Gonna have to keep that in mind..." she muses as she lowers the glass

Shane follows up with another shrug, taking her response as a brush-off. "Just putting it out there. No need to go after my pride!" he says none-too-seriously.

Elena snorts, tilting her head a little as she studies Shane. She seems a little puzzled by his response. "Didn't say I wasn't interested, did I?" she asks, taking her time with a follow-up sip of beer as she continues to watch him.

Shane gives a snicker of his own as he sinks back against the booth, bringing his beer with him for a quick sip. "Well you'd be a fool not to be, right?" he continues to tease confidently, big grin plastered across his face. It's unlikely much hits him in the pride.

Elena seems entertained by Shane's unwavering self-confidence, gaining a faint grin as she leans back a little in her seat. "Uh-huh... good thing y-" she's cut off when her cybernetic hand twitches, nearly causing her to topple her beer glass. Fortunately it just slips out of her grasp. She curses under her breath as her attention shifts, hampered by the numerous beers she's already consumed as she turns the hand palm-up and

Shane's reflexes kick in, causing him to jolt forward in his seat as the beer is jostled, reaching with his free hand to try and stop it instinctively. Thankfully it's not needed and his hand comes to rest at the edge of the table as he gives a short snicker. "Gotta admit I didn't have you pegged as such a lightweight." he teases, implying Elena's lack of coordination is the fault of her night of drinking. It's not until she reaches

Elena waves him off, her attention entirely on her hand. "Yeah, yeah... está bien." she says, studying it for a moment longer before leaning over with the multi-tool. She flips out a pair of thin pliers and works them into the wrist, where she adjusts... something. It's not entirely clear. The barebones nature of her prosthetic means that it's easy to access for repairs, at least. "...gets stuck sometimes..." she mutters as she

Shane isn't exactly the squeamish type. If at some point he had been, then he chose the wrong career. It doesn't even seem to occur to him that it might be off-putting for that matter. He watches from his side of the table as Elena works, silently nursing his beer at first before giving a nod towards her hand. "So what's the story with that, anyway?" he asks bluntly, not giving a whole lot of context to his question.

Elena looks up at him with a raised eyebrow, the pliers still stuck in her wrist. "What, this?" she asks with a nod down towards her hand, a faint grin crossing her lips as she turns back to her work. "Your shuttle pilot ever warn you to watch your hands when the doors close?" she asks, her gaze briefly darting up to look at Shane again as her grin grows. "Listen to them."

Shane's grin returns as Elena explains, brows furrowing a bit as he seems to be deciding whether or not to believe her. "I'm calling bullshit." he says confidently.

Elena gives a small shrug, not looking away from her wrist as she finishes up, exctracting the pliers not entirely without difficulty. "Questioning me, huh?" she says as she turns her gaze back to Shane, a look of mock offense on her face. She tests the articulation of her fingers briefly before putting the multi-tool away and leaning back in her saet.

Shane gives a playful roll of his eyes, not for one second considering it may be rude to ask about her injury. While these sorts of things might make others uncomfortable, it's not like he hasn't seen plenty of similar injuries all throughout his career. "Fine, fine! Don't tell me." he relents. "But I was actually talking about the prosthetic itself." he clarifies, gaze turning to the hand once more. "Little-... basic, isn't

Elena grabs her glass, taking a sip of her beer once she's confident that her hand isn't going to act out again. She lets out a snort as she listens, although she ends up stretching her neck to watch as Shane gestures at his leg. "Yeah... I was in... a rush." she settles for. "Didn't really have time to wait for that shit." she says with a shrug before lifting her hand and turning it over as she looks at it. The simple cybernetic

Shane gives a snicker, giving her hand the once over. "Definitely looks good on you." he says as he meets her gaze, big dumb grin returnining as he turns the charm dial to 'On'. "Then again, you somehow make a toolbelt look good. So it's not too surprising." he adds with a wink as he lifts his drink to his lips once again.

Elena lowers her hand, folding her arms on the table as she goes back to studying Shane. His persistent, ridiculous flattery elicits a snicker and a shake of her head. "You don't stop, huh?" she asks, although it's obvious she doesn't mind by the amused look on her face. Her eyebrows furrow slightly as she realizes it probably looks a little odd that she went to the bar still wearing half her toolbox. She'd been too focused on

Shane sets his glass back on the table, miming Elena's movements as he leans forward to lean against the table. "Not if I can help it." he says, "Besides, it's got you smiling." he's quick to point out. It's a welcome departure from the heaviness of earlier in the evening. Heaviness isn't exactly his cup of tea. Despite his concern for Sam and Jason, pushing stress to the back of his mind is practically a superpower. Speaking of