Prompt: Zaeed Takes Up a New Hobby
"Booties?"
Zaeed gave a long-suffering sigh, peering up with mixed-colored eyes at the convict.
"Go away, girl."
"Or what? You'll bore me to death on how you survived and your shooting buddies didn't?" Jack waltzed in and took a seat by Jessie.
Zaeed's nostrils flared. Not at the jibe - it wasn't as good as some of the others the little bitch had thrown his way in the last few days - it was the fact that she was a little too close to Jessie for his comfort.
He ignored it and went back to what he was doing.
Jack said nothing a moment, which bothered him. She was only quiet when she was up to something. Zaeed looked up from his project to her shit-eating grin.
"Yes, booties," he said. "The pattern was free of the Extranet."
Jack cackled. She didn't know what was funnier - the merc was cheap or the merc was knitting baby booties.
"Doc Chakwas says my blood pressure's up, and this is supposed to relax me."
Jack cackled louder.