( of all the things this girl could say, that's not the one she was expecting. especially because nobody — nobody — has ever associated rising tide with daisy johnson. it's always been skye. that was just a part of her life, the chapter that felt like eons ago; it was behind her now. she was an agent, a capable one, not just a hacktivist trying aimlessly to blunt force trauma her way into social change.
but, still, the name earns recognition. daisy stops short, brow furrowed without pretense or any attempt to hide it. ) You know about — wait a second. ( because this? this could totally be a set-up. a shitty, weird, super bizarre one. but still, a trap. general ackbar and all. )
( absolutely no way in hell is daisy going to let her just sprint off into the sunset after dropping a bomb like that. no, energy signature be damned, daisy guns for it, cursing her habitual failure to actually take may up on her couch to 5k on steroids running program. her calves are practically on fire... but she does manage to reach the other girl. eventually. they might be the same height, but daisy's got her boots. her incredibly unsuited for running boots. fuck these boots. )
Seriously, what the fuck? ( she's breaking, like, every protocol known to man, but daisy's curiosity cannot be ignored. ) Don't make me drop you, okay!
[Well, it's funny you should say that Daisy, because standing there, in all her anachronistic glory, is Amelia Earhart.
Yes that Amelia Earhart.
Dressed up and ready to fly, she's standing between Sara and Mick with her hands on her hips, before raising her eyebrows at Daisy, clearly confused. "How can she drop you if she's not holding you?"
"That's not the kind of drop she means," Mick supplies helpfully before drawing his heat gun, and Zari immediately throws herself between her hacker hero and her less than stable teammate.]
You are not setting Daisy Johnson on fire.
["And here I thought you were going to be he fun one."]
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but, still, the name earns recognition. daisy stops short, brow furrowed without pretense or any attempt to hide it. ) You know about — wait a second. ( because this? this could totally be a set-up. a shitty, weird, super bizarre one. but still, a trap. general ackbar and all. )
What the hell is going on here?
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Nice meeting you! Gottagobye.
[And she flees. Quickly.]
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( absolutely no way in hell is daisy going to let her just sprint off into the sunset after dropping a bomb like that. no, energy signature be damned, daisy guns for it, cursing her habitual failure to actually take may up on her couch to 5k on steroids running program. her calves are practically on fire... but she does manage to reach the other girl. eventually. they might be the same height, but daisy's got her boots. her incredibly unsuited for running boots. fuck these boots. )
Seriously, what the fuck? ( she's breaking, like, every protocol known to man, but daisy's curiosity cannot be ignored. ) Don't make me drop you, okay!
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Yes that Amelia Earhart.
Dressed up and ready to fly, she's standing between Sara and Mick with her hands on her hips, before raising her eyebrows at Daisy, clearly confused. "How can she drop you if she's not holding you?"
"That's not the kind of drop she means," Mick supplies helpfully before drawing his heat gun, and Zari immediately throws herself between her hacker hero and her less than stable teammate.]
You are not setting Daisy Johnson on fire.
["And here I thought you were going to be he fun one."]