The offer of a cigarette is met with a polite shake of her head and a murmured, "No, thank you." She's never had one, and she suspects that the nicotine would only make her feel worse. The anti-smoking lobby of Leonis -- if any of them managed to survive -- should give themselves a pat on the back.
"Worse cop?" That's not the answer she's expecting, and his deadpan tone leaves her confused and a little nervous. She can't tell if he's joking or not. About himself, or the interrogation techniques of his police force.
Her gaze drops to her hands, then back up to his face. "I was interrogated once. By the Cylons." She sits up straighter, out of pride or an attempt at bravery. "There was only one cop, and she tried to be both. But I didn't tell her anything."
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Date: 2017-08-19 12:17 pm (UTC)"Worse cop?" That's not the answer she's expecting, and his deadpan tone leaves her confused and a little nervous. She can't tell if he's joking or not. About himself, or the interrogation techniques of his police force.
Her gaze drops to her hands, then back up to his face. "I was interrogated once. By the Cylons." She sits up straighter, out of pride or an attempt at bravery. "There was only one cop, and she tried to be both. But I didn't tell her anything."