[ an offended statement rather than a question, said as fitz openly gawks at the alien. half because of the alien thing — something he should probably be used to, given how much the landscape has changed lately, but knowing interstellar travel is on the table isn't exactly the same thing as staring an alien in the face — and half because of that partners.
not because he gets the implication. the implication that he's even working with ward is enough to get his hackles up, but at least angry's better than having a meltdown when he's meant to be representing the human race.
it's mostly by luck that he's paying enough attention to note that the alien's calmed down. as soon as he does, he goes still, tries to adopt a more neutral expression. it's an out. not one he's remotely happy for, but not one he can just throw away, either; not unless he wants to sabotage the entire mission. he even pulls off an extremely terse thank you before they're ushered towards what looks to be a lift. even if he'd wanted to close the door on ward, he wouldn't get the chance. there aren't any controls — it stays open until they're both on, then fitz is distracted by the tattoo on his hand flickering green before the door shuts. ]
You shouldn't be here.
[ in space, for one. anywhere near him, for another, though what he really means is that ward's a dead man if anyone else sees him. it's more threat than concern, and fitz continues to stare belligerently at the closed door as he says it. ]
lmfao kicks you out the goddamn door
[ an offended statement rather than a question, said as fitz openly gawks at the alien. half because of the alien thing — something he should probably be used to, given how much the landscape has changed lately, but knowing interstellar travel is on the table isn't exactly the same thing as staring an alien in the face — and half because of that partners.
not because he gets the implication. the implication that he's even working with ward is enough to get his hackles up, but at least angry's better than having a meltdown when he's meant to be representing the human race.
it's mostly by luck that he's paying enough attention to note that the alien's calmed down. as soon as he does, he goes still, tries to adopt a more neutral expression. it's an out. not one he's remotely happy for, but not one he can just throw away, either; not unless he wants to sabotage the entire mission. he even pulls off an extremely terse thank you before they're ushered towards what looks to be a lift. even if he'd wanted to close the door on ward, he wouldn't get the chance. there aren't any controls — it stays open until they're both on, then fitz is distracted by the tattoo on his hand flickering green before the door shuts. ]
You shouldn't be here.
[ in space, for one. anywhere near him, for another, though what he really means is that ward's a dead man if anyone else sees him. it's more threat than concern, and fitz continues to stare belligerently at the closed door as he says it. ]