"Mm," she agrees, mostly wholeheartedly; it has a lot to do with why she wears the uniform she does, why she does the things she does. Taking control of what they can doesn't always just mean the things they want to do, but the things that must be done to keep the tide going in the proper direction.
She flips the page in front of her, scans briefly over its contents but returns her attention to him.
"That where your loyalty is? With us, not the natives?"
The question is more personal than he would expect from what's essentially a job interview. Everyone's different, he supposes; some people like knowing how much they can trust someone else, or what to expect from them. Thing is, with James it's hard to know what to expect, and he likes to keep it that way. And really, trusting anyone seems like a terrible mistake. Even in a place like this.
Nevertheless, after some seconds of pondering, he decides to answer honestly. It's not like he keeps that part of himself a secret.
There is, of course, a reason she's asking. Eventually he's going to find out about her other job, and she needs to know what to expect from that. She knows generally speaking, but.
Well. It's a job interview, and she hasn't ever given one without a gun in her hands and three questions that don't fucking matter here.
"I'd prefer more people were more honest about that, given how often it's true. You killed anyone?" It's a casual question, like someone else might ask if he'd eaten lunch yet.
If it serves as any comfort to her, he doesn't actually trust anyone, SIN Guard or otherwise. There's only one exception to that, perhaps two, and he's not about to tell her that. Besides, it's not like he shared much about himself with Daryl before, so he doubts this would be any different.
Given the first question, the one that follows doesn't surprise him quite as much. Besides, the truth isn't an issue for him, so.
"Here, I haven't. Back in my world, yes." He arches an eyebrow, and lets curiosity take him. "Have you?"
She doesn't shy away from answering, either; that's good. It makes her feel better that he's both willing to do it and willing to admit to it, but she keeps the question of why behind her teeth. There's no group to join, no trust to earn, not like there once was. She doesn't want details, just to know what kind of man he is, to let him know - in this sense anyway - what kind of woman she is.
"It's common, where I'm from. Enough that I have a lot of trouble sometimes being around people who haven't, or won't."
That's for the better, because James wouldn't answer why. Well, he might, but he would lie about it. He hasn't shared details about his universe with anyone here, and he's not about to with someone he's only just met.
"Same." To be fair, he doesn't tend to surround himself with people like that. And he's never met as many people who are unwilling to kill as he has in this place. "It's a necessity, in my world. A matter of survival. Would be long dead otherwise."
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She flips the page in front of her, scans briefly over its contents but returns her attention to him.
"That where your loyalty is? With us, not the natives?"
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Nevertheless, after some seconds of pondering, he decides to answer honestly. It's not like he keeps that part of himself a secret.
"My loyalty is to myself. Is that an issue?"
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There is, of course, a reason she's asking. Eventually he's going to find out about her other job, and she needs to know what to expect from that. She knows generally speaking, but.
Well. It's a job interview, and she hasn't ever given one without a gun in her hands and three questions that don't fucking matter here.
"I'd prefer more people were more honest about that, given how often it's true. You killed anyone?" It's a casual question, like someone else might ask if he'd eaten lunch yet.
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Given the first question, the one that follows doesn't surprise him quite as much. Besides, the truth isn't an issue for him, so.
"Here, I haven't. Back in my world, yes." He arches an eyebrow, and lets curiosity take him. "Have you?"
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She doesn't shy away from answering, either; that's good. It makes her feel better that he's both willing to do it and willing to admit to it, but she keeps the question of why behind her teeth. There's no group to join, no trust to earn, not like there once was. She doesn't want details, just to know what kind of man he is, to let him know - in this sense anyway - what kind of woman she is.
"It's common, where I'm from. Enough that I have a lot of trouble sometimes being around people who haven't, or won't."
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"Same." To be fair, he doesn't tend to surround himself with people like that. And he's never met as many people who are unwilling to kill as he has in this place. "It's a necessity, in my world. A matter of survival. Would be long dead otherwise."