look ma, I brought you a Vulcan

[captain_jtkirk]

[ooc: lol uh, Kirk kidnapped T'Pol basically because she was talking the crazy and decided to bring her back to the other rebels to poke at. So this is open to Resistance. And it's a spam cause I'm lazy]

[Now that he got her back to one of their hiding spots, obviously not their main base of operation, not when he wasn't even sure what side she was on, Jim was at a loss of what to do with the woman that he'd stolen from the site of that wrecked vessel.

If she was the Master's, he wasn't going to count on the Master coming after her and she... wasn't really spilling any details. Nothing so far that would convince him either way, though if she was working for the Master, she was an excellent liar. He'd sent out messengers to tell the others to come take a look at her if and when they got the chance, to see what they could gather from this strange woman.

Jim leaned back in his chair and surveyed her for a long moment before gesturing towards her head.]

"What happened to your ears?"

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[with_discipline]

[Big character flaw.]

My species.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[They're... working on it. Possibly.

Jim gave her a curious look for that.] "I've never heard of you before."

[with_discipline]

[That gets an arched eyebrow, and she crosses her legs.] Is this planet populated only by humans?

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[Jim shrugged a little bit, reaching in his pocket for a cigarette.] "More or less. You smoke?"

[with_discipline]

I don't. [And her lips pressed together, because her sense of smell was a hell of a lot more acute than his. If he lit that, she was going to be annoyed.]

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[Well, Jim had no idea about her delicate senses and since she didn't really say anything, he merely shrugged and fished out a lighter too.]

"Tell me more about Vulcans then."

[with_discipline]

[Humans and their self-damaging tendencies.] We have an excellent sense of smell, [she said dryly.] I would appreciate it if you didn't light that.

[captain-jtkirk.livejournal.com]

[Jim stared at her for a long moment before he lowered the lighter and tossed the smoke onto the closest table.] "You stress me out."

[with_discipline]

[Oh good. No second hand smoke, that's really appreciated. T'Pol inclines her head slightly.] I apologize.