Day 36
Finds him running diagnostics on the ship, something originally part of Samantha's responsibilities, but they're trying to give her as much free time as they can to sort out the whole time dilation field mishap. He's learned how to do it well in just over a month's worth of training, and she's caught him in here before, staring at the code flashing up on the screen as the internal computers run their program.
"I see you're putting your time to good use, Colonel." Addresses him appropriately because it's one of their hitch words, a password expressing her intent.
But he doesn't respond in the like, and she doesn't know what to do because this never happened on the base. Granted, they're growing closer, dangerously closer, and relying on each other a tad too much for sex as a veil for stress relief. It used to be her clinging to him, not a needy person or partner when it comes to companionship but being around him gives her something concrete to focus on when the voices distract her.
Now it's him seeking her out, needing to spend time with her, that is, until he decides he's better without her which lasts a few days before he returns with apologies rolling off his tongue as it rolls against her body.
"Nothing but time now." Doesn't turn his head towards her when he speaks, there's no affirmation of her intentions in a checked eyebrow or lip lick. Instead he straightens his chair to the console, still watching a blinking little cursor as more numbers pop up on screen. "Something I can help you with?"
Logically, she should have been the one to preform this action once a week, she has more experience in galactic transportation that the others placed together, but she knows the Tau'ri ways by now, knows that they'll never give her privileged access to their defense vessel. Though last time she managed to fix it with a simple blow and shove, which is apparently how she's fixing all the things broken aboard the Odyssey.
"I was thinking about having a movie night, whichever one Samantha conjures up along with popcorn from a crate in the third cargo containment unit. Can I interest you in joining?" A more thinly veiled proposition that even Cameron in work mode will be able to read through.
He clears his throat, and presses buttons she knows he doesn't need to press. "Kind of busy here."
She understands his aloofness, his everlasting concern with being discovered, especially now in close quarters, and facing recriminations when their sexual trysts probably don't matter half as much to the military as the codes and floorplans she's stored away in case a rainy day ever arrives when they turn on her.
"Of course, sorry to interrupt your work, Colonel Mitchell." Sets his jaw at the title, hates being called the title by her because she either says it in jest or in hostility and she doesn't give him the satisfaction of glancing over her shoulder to gauge his reaction.