Re: [Story Thread]: DAYW, Act I: Damage Control
"... so I am assuming this is not one of those 'yer a loose cannon but gosh do you get results' sorts of situations?" Gwenyth asks, doing a terrible police chief impression. Those sorts of stories always seemed to work out for the best on the big screen, although she feels like she knows how Agent Johnson feels about those movies despite not knowing a single thing about his cinema tastes.
She really isn't sure what to do here, or whose side (if any) to take. Agent Shiva had been butting heads with Agent Johnson ever since he arrived. He is obviously brilliant and motivated and creative, but those aren't exactly federal agent qualities. She has to wonder how he even ended up here. Agent Johnson is obviously some kind of robot or homunculus, but aside from certain personal dealings he has never said anything that didn't make sense to her. Sure, she's pretty dumb, but she's not so stupid as to not realize how stupid she is, and even she's not stupid as to go sharing classified information on the web or whatever. So this whole situation feels really, really strange to her.
She raises a hand. "Umm, so like, plus one vote for 'deal with the people trying to kill us so we can live to argue about this tomorrow?'" she volunteers hopefully. That seems like a reasonable compromise. She's being reasonable, yeah? Yeah! Of course she is! "Please? 'Cause like, I really don't wanna have to fight anyone here..." Except maybe Essex's pet monsters.