[Jean's head snaps up at the order—and, make no mistake, it is an order. He's trained to respond to that tone from this man, ready to spring into action at the slightest hint of direction. It's not the most significant sway Harry has over him, but it's certainly the most base. Still: just because his instincts point him there, he doesn't need to go. If anything, it only makes him more irritated.]
What the hell are you talking about? If you've got a good reason—I doubt it—by all means, let me know. In the meantime, I'm radioing this in, shitkid. Someone has to pick up the slack.
[Never mind that he has no way of easily doing so. Kitsuragi being around hopefully means the Kineema is too, but in the very least, he can find a public telephone and dial in manually like some kind of civilian. Harry's his superior officer, certainly, and he will defer to that if pressed, but he doesn't expect to be pressed at all. As far as he's concerned, he's navigated this to position himself nicely in a place of moral authority (not always a given with him).]
Where's the motor carriage? Did it turn up in the trash with you and the lieutenant?
[He's already mentally rehearsing his words, how exactly he wants to pose this to the precinct. It's perhaps the most unusual situation he's had to deal with in his time, which is saying a lot—between the Next World Mural, the whole Unsolvable business, and most recently the Case of the Amnesiac Partner, sub-header the Hanged Man or whatever. The hanged man part was mostly accessory to the rest, as far as Jean is concerned.]
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What the hell are you talking about? If you've got a good reason—I doubt it—by all means, let me know. In the meantime, I'm radioing this in, shitkid. Someone has to pick up the slack.
[Never mind that he has no way of easily doing so. Kitsuragi being around hopefully means the Kineema is too, but in the very least, he can find a public telephone and dial in manually like some kind of civilian. Harry's his superior officer, certainly, and he will defer to that if pressed, but he doesn't expect to be pressed at all. As far as he's concerned, he's navigated this to position himself nicely in a place of moral authority (not always a given with him).]
Where's the motor carriage? Did it turn up in the trash with you and the lieutenant?
[He's already mentally rehearsing his words, how exactly he wants to pose this to the precinct. It's perhaps the most unusual situation he's had to deal with in his time, which is saying a lot—between the Next World Mural, the whole Unsolvable business, and most recently the Case of the Amnesiac Partner, sub-header the Hanged Man or whatever. The hanged man part was mostly accessory to the rest, as far as Jean is concerned.]