"Civilians don't salute, Captain--ah, thank you John." Halsey breaks off her conversation with Steve to greet him, wearing the warmest expression she's shown yet. On most people it would still count as tepid.
"I'm sure it's fine, given what you had to work with." She's sure it's not fine, but she'll drink paper towel coffee with what passes for a smile from her before she'll let on to John she's less than satisfied.
"This is Captain Rogers, United States Army, 1943. Captain, the Master Chief and I share a set of spatio-temporal coordinates, more or less." Halsey makes the introductions and then takes a sip of her coffee, poker-faced in preparation for the taste.
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"I'm sure it's fine, given what you had to work with." She's sure it's not fine, but she'll drink paper towel coffee with what passes for a smile from her before she'll let on to John she's less than satisfied.
"This is Captain Rogers, United States Army, 1943. Captain, the Master Chief and I share a set of spatio-temporal coordinates, more or less." Halsey makes the introductions and then takes a sip of her coffee, poker-faced in preparation for the taste.