[D15, EA, briefing room, expecting] What could we do?

[Dorgan Bruun]

"No, no. It's, uh, it's smart. I just... I guess I hadn't wrapped my head around how long we'd be here. From upstart mercenary company to inheritors of an SLDF fortress... Reckon maybe I need to adjust my expectations of this trip," he says, looking slightly overwhelmed.

[Felicity]

"Maybe Echo want it, si? Even then they will need security. Lots of details to iron out. I doubt our contract covered this."

She tried to perk him up. "It has heating."

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun smiles at her effort, though he still looks sad.

"Reckon I ain't never thought much about settling down until the last couple weeks. And maybe I'm still not really, but... Well, I started thinking when you said HQ, and the thought wasn't 'Hey, just another jobsite.'"

[Felicity]

"It's just a thought. Go check out the place and see how you find it." She remembered something important. "It has a bar. Fully stocked too. The whole place was just abandoned. Doctor Reinhardt said it was prepared to blow, but it never happened. Regardless, it wouldn't be like we would be stuck there. Mercenary work is across the Sphere, si? We would go broke just settling down here."

With a quick smile Felicity hopped up to stand beside Bruun and rub his shoulder.

"You're such a big lug Bruun, honestly."

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun nods noncommittally as she describes the base. He laughs half-heartedly when she calls him a lug, letting her touch him but looking away as he asks, "What is that supposed to mean?"

[Felicity]

"You're big and strong, but gentle, si?" She pats his back with a smile. "Silly softie."

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun looks sideways up at her, grumpy but having difficulty arguing.

"Hey, I'm just as tough -- just as hard -- as anybody around here," he says, noticeably trying to deflect.

[Felicity]

"Hard on the outside, and on the inside you're all soft and gooey." She counters, giggling a little. Her smile returns even brighter. "Hey Bruun, have you ever hunted wild game?"

[Dorgan Bruun]

Bruun growls very gently at being called 'gooey,' but he doesn't seem terribly bothered by Fee's description.

He can't help but look at her tail and ears when she mentions 'wild game.' He gives her a look of Word choice? Really?

"Yeah, I can hunt. Out of practice with a rifle, though, and hunting with pistols, even lasers, is... not ideal."

[Felicity]

Touching a hand to her chest, she pouts a little as she looks at him. What did I do?

When he answers her she quickly smiles again. "Great! Thomas and I have been mulling over a BBQ. A rifle would be perfect. We don't want to shred anything before we can cook it. Eehm, you also like BBQs, si?"