[ fitz goes still, looking up to stare at ward. the anger's far from gone, but he's done a fairly good job of pushing it back and honing a cool neutrality. he's a professional. professionals don't have emotional breakdowns in front of their enemies. ]
You have... [ his brow furrows as he mulls over the list. they'd searched him; they'd been searching nearly everyone, using some odd body scan. but ward had just breezed through, and the alien who'd been interrogating fitz had laid off when ward showed up, which is— ]
What are you doing here?
[ as much as he'd like it to sound accusatory, there's a candid, searching lilt to it. ]
no subject
You have... [ his brow furrows as he mulls over the list. they'd searched him; they'd been searching nearly everyone, using some odd body scan. but ward had just breezed through, and the alien who'd been interrogating fitz had laid off when ward showed up, which is— ]
What are you doing here?
[ as much as he'd like it to sound accusatory, there's a candid, searching lilt to it. ]