[ there's an obvious pause when the door opens and reveals the quarters (suite, more like), a few long seconds while the details sink in — then fitz says absolutely nothing, just steps forward like he's too busy to comment on the decor.
which he is, sort of. he makes a beeline for a device sitting on the bedside table, and a moment's fussing results in a projection appearing on a nearby wall. it looks like glorified skype, essentially, but it flickers off a moment later before he turns the device upside-down. ]
I need a— a thing. Something to... [ everything about this is awful. the fact that he couldn't sneak any tools in and has to make due with what the room provides: awful. his failed attempt to boss ward around instead of admitting that he can't get access to any other room at this rate, anyway: awful. he's stuck in this room, stuck with ward.
he needs to tell the others that ward's here. he tries to pass it off as mission status quo in the meantime, ignoring the anger and the slight spike of panic in favor of acting like ward's presence is just an annoyance. ]
heheheh
which he is, sort of. he makes a beeline for a device sitting on the bedside table, and a moment's fussing results in a projection appearing on a nearby wall. it looks like glorified skype, essentially, but it flickers off a moment later before he turns the device upside-down. ]
I need a— a thing. Something to... [ everything about this is awful. the fact that he couldn't sneak any tools in and has to make due with what the room provides: awful. his failed attempt to boss ward around instead of admitting that he can't get access to any other room at this rate, anyway: awful. he's stuck in this room, stuck with ward.
he needs to tell the others that ward's here. he tries to pass it off as mission status quo in the meantime, ignoring the anger and the slight spike of panic in favor of acting like ward's presence is just an annoyance. ]