12-13-2004, 06:56 PM
De stood quietly by, watching the American pilots as they spoke amongst themselves and to Mulder. The glares they sent his way did not go unnoticed either, though he figured engaging in a fist fight with them would solve little and he'd left his gun at home. Maybe he could get his hands on one of theirs and use that to pistol whip some sense into them. As a small grin played across his features at the thought he leaned towards Chandi and spoke in a hushed tone.
"Say Pet.... What do you say we let Foxy 'ere make with the babysittin' while we make with the eats? Figure it'd be good to get somethin' in you what with you being such a lightweight and all. Wouldn't want to all hung over when it comes time to fly wherever the 'ell that castle place is supposed to be."
"Say Pet.... What do you say we let Foxy 'ere make with the babysittin' while we make with the eats? Figure it'd be good to get somethin' in you what with you being such a lightweight and all. Wouldn't want to all hung over when it comes time to fly wherever the 'ell that castle place is supposed to be."