"Ah." He considers her honesty for a moment, expression locked in open, incisive observation. "Interesting."
He is not a diplomat. He is not a fucking linguist. He is a scientist, and he is not equipped to make goddamned first contact.
He is also the only one present to carry out that directive.
Unfortunately.
"I'm unfamiliar with your species," Rush says at last, breaking his analytical sweep to drop his hand and shift back, pressing against the wall. His other arm comes up to wrap again around the burning lines of lingering tension across his chest. "Though non-terrestrial interference was, in my universe - frequent."
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He is not a diplomat. He is not a fucking linguist. He is a scientist, and he is not equipped to make goddamned first contact.
He is also the only one present to carry out that directive.
Unfortunately.
"I'm unfamiliar with your species," Rush says at last, breaking his analytical sweep to drop his hand and shift back, pressing against the wall. His other arm comes up to wrap again around the burning lines of lingering tension across his chest. "Though non-terrestrial interference was, in my universe - frequent."