HIGGINS:
"I didn't DO anything, Diz!"
"Normal people don't generally act like that," she replied.
We'd been exchanging comments like these ever since Sandrine's outburst and we were both getting more and more frustrated. I mean, I don't see how I could possibly have triggered that; I've had enough trouble with REAL bombs!
"How would you know anything about how NORMAL people act?" I demanded suddenly, aggravated.
She raised an eyebrow. "Don't push your luck, Higgins," she virtually hissed. "I'm not here 'cause YOU did something wrong, I'm here because SHE'S flighty and there's something seriously wrong with HER and obviously SOMETHING had to set her off so just tell me what you said!" Somehow Dizzy had grown about 8 ft. taller and I had the feeling the look in her eyes would killed me if I looked straight at them.
'WHY did I do a stupid thing like THAT?' Until then her argument hadn't been anything other than full of concern for some unknown thing.
"We - uh - we were talking and I asked her - really nicely - how she ever managed to escape and she just went off like a ten dollar alarm clock, OK?" I replied.
"That's it?" she asked.
"That's it."
"Doesn't that just seem the SLIGHTEST bit weird to you?" she demanded.
I shrugged, "not really. . .?"
"Lieutenant?" The voice sounded suddenly in our ears cutting off anything Dizzy was about to say. There was an extended pause for a response and then, again: "Lieutenant?!" more urgently this time.
Dizzy turned around to look pointedly at Rico, trying to catch his eye.
"Oh!" I heard him say quietly. Pushing a button on the side of his helmet he spoke louder and more clearly over the com. "Talk to me T'phai."
Dizzy rolled her eyes as she turned back to me with a smirk and a quick shake of her head.
"That'll be them coming back," she said.
I nodded. "Probably."
After an uncomfortable pause she finally continued what we had been discussing before. "Look, Higgins, I know you didn't MEAN to set her off or anything, she just sorta went off. You probably just reminded her of something she forgot, though I don't see how she ever could have forgotten that in the first place. "And, well," she looked exasperated, "Just, just keep an eye on her OK?"
"Fine, Diz, but she seems perfectly harmless-"
She grimaced slightly, "whatever you say."
"No, I mean it!" I snapped. "She's really nice."
She groaned loudly, "Fine! Just be careful, OK?"
I gave up, "ok, I will." Dizzy didn't HAVE to approve of Sandrine; everybody has the right to his or her own opinion, right? I mean, I know that Dizzy was really just trying to look out for me 'n everything, but I just couldn't see what she thought could possibly be wrong.
DIZZY:
Maybe she is OK. I mean I just can't see Higgins being THAT naïve. But. . . I don't know. The only thing I can really do is wait for things to happen; I hate that!
"I didn't DO anything, Diz!"
"Normal people don't generally act like that," she replied.
We'd been exchanging comments like these ever since Sandrine's outburst and we were both getting more and more frustrated. I mean, I don't see how I could possibly have triggered that; I've had enough trouble with REAL bombs!
"How would you know anything about how NORMAL people act?" I demanded suddenly, aggravated.
She raised an eyebrow. "Don't push your luck, Higgins," she virtually hissed. "I'm not here 'cause YOU did something wrong, I'm here because SHE'S flighty and there's something seriously wrong with HER and obviously SOMETHING had to set her off so just tell me what you said!" Somehow Dizzy had grown about 8 ft. taller and I had the feeling the look in her eyes would killed me if I looked straight at them.
'WHY did I do a stupid thing like THAT?' Until then her argument hadn't been anything other than full of concern for some unknown thing.
"We - uh - we were talking and I asked her - really nicely - how she ever managed to escape and she just went off like a ten dollar alarm clock, OK?" I replied.
"That's it?" she asked.
"That's it."
"Doesn't that just seem the SLIGHTEST bit weird to you?" she demanded.
I shrugged, "not really. . .?"
"Lieutenant?" The voice sounded suddenly in our ears cutting off anything Dizzy was about to say. There was an extended pause for a response and then, again: "Lieutenant?!" more urgently this time.
Dizzy turned around to look pointedly at Rico, trying to catch his eye.
"Oh!" I heard him say quietly. Pushing a button on the side of his helmet he spoke louder and more clearly over the com. "Talk to me T'phai."
Dizzy rolled her eyes as she turned back to me with a smirk and a quick shake of her head.
"That'll be them coming back," she said.
I nodded. "Probably."
After an uncomfortable pause she finally continued what we had been discussing before. "Look, Higgins, I know you didn't MEAN to set her off or anything, she just sorta went off. You probably just reminded her of something she forgot, though I don't see how she ever could have forgotten that in the first place. "And, well," she looked exasperated, "Just, just keep an eye on her OK?"
"Fine, Diz, but she seems perfectly harmless-"
She grimaced slightly, "whatever you say."
"No, I mean it!" I snapped. "She's really nice."
She groaned loudly, "Fine! Just be careful, OK?"
I gave up, "ok, I will." Dizzy didn't HAVE to approve of Sandrine; everybody has the right to his or her own opinion, right? I mean, I know that Dizzy was really just trying to look out for me 'n everything, but I just couldn't see what she thought could possibly be wrong.
DIZZY:
Maybe she is OK. I mean I just can't see Higgins being THAT naïve. But. . . I don't know. The only thing I can really do is wait for things to happen; I hate that!