Evan looks surprised, and then shakes his head. "It can't be a coincidence that you got dropped near me," he insists, emphatic. "The odds are just... they're absurd. And this is nowhere near the rift that I stumbled through was, so it's not like they reused the wrong coordinates... but it doesn't make a hell of a lot of sense, does it? Why would they drop you on my world?"
There's something in that question that gives Evan a cold tickle in the back of his brain, makes him sit up a little straighter. ALASTAIR sends teams to worlds in danger. Maybe there's something wrong.
Icy fingers treading up his spine, he thins his lips and picks up his phone again, staring at it instead of Mel. "I'm going to call home. We can sort out the rest of it once we've dealt with the more immediate issue." He stands. "It'll be a couple minutes. Um, feel free to poke around," he offers, distracted enough not to think to point out what stuff's John's and what stuff's his.
He heads to the window, leans on the sill, tension in the lines of his body as he dials up Kay. It's not exactly privacy for the conversation, but it's the closest thing to.
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Date: 2016-09-27 03:09 am (UTC)There's something in that question that gives Evan a cold tickle in the back of his brain, makes him sit up a little straighter. ALASTAIR sends teams to worlds in danger. Maybe there's something wrong.
Icy fingers treading up his spine, he thins his lips and picks up his phone again, staring at it instead of Mel. "I'm going to call home. We can sort out the rest of it once we've dealt with the more immediate issue." He stands. "It'll be a couple minutes. Um, feel free to poke around," he offers, distracted enough not to think to point out what stuff's John's and what stuff's his.
He heads to the window, leans on the sill, tension in the lines of his body as he dials up Kay. It's not exactly privacy for the conversation, but it's the closest thing to.