He rests his chin on one hand, as if giving her question serious consideration.
"I'm sure you could make special arrangements for landing them a catch like me. But then Andromeda would be mad at you and you don't want to deal with an angry warship. She's very loyal, you know."
It says a lot for the friendships that have developed between Dylan and his crew over the past year that they can joke, now, about something so similar to how they met, when they'd tried to steal the Andromeda out from under them and he'd fought against them with everything he had to protect her.
"Learning more about the Federation could help us rebuild the Commonwealth," he agrees, trying not to let the flutter the idea sends through his soul reflect in his voice. He's studied the history of the Commonwealth, of course, but it had been founded on an empire, and he's not about to go down that road.
How was the Federation founded? Could it offer some guidance to a soldier who's had to be diplomat, statesman, mediator time and again just to pull together a fragile handful of worlds? If she's right, and there is a purpose to them being here, then surely it must be that.
He's giving her a thoughtful look, brows creased, when she mentions trying to bring herself and Harper back. Before he can say anything, though, she asks about the tea.
"The tea's great," he says, voice a little flat as he watches her. There's always so much beneath the surface with Trance, and the longer he knows her, the more convinced he is that he has only ever touches on what there is to know.
"Should you have been able to come back from another time and universe?" It's quiet, but there's a firmness, no more, just a hint that this is a serious question. Dylan's been back in time -- and back -- before, but this is something completely different.
Re: WEIRD THINGS GOING ON? Look for a Trance!
"I'm sure you could make special arrangements for landing them a catch like me. But then Andromeda would be mad at you and you don't want to deal with an angry warship. She's very loyal, you know."
It says a lot for the friendships that have developed between Dylan and his crew over the past year that they can joke, now, about something so similar to how they met, when they'd tried to steal the Andromeda out from under them and he'd fought against them with everything he had to protect her.
"Learning more about the Federation could help us rebuild the Commonwealth," he agrees, trying not to let the flutter the idea sends through his soul reflect in his voice. He's studied the history of the Commonwealth, of course, but it had been founded on an empire, and he's not about to go down that road.
How was the Federation founded? Could it offer some guidance to a soldier who's had to be diplomat, statesman, mediator time and again just to pull together a fragile handful of worlds? If she's right, and there is a purpose to them being here, then surely it must be that.
He's giving her a thoughtful look, brows creased, when she mentions trying to bring herself and Harper back. Before he can say anything, though, she asks about the tea.
"The tea's great," he says, voice a little flat as he watches her. There's always so much beneath the surface with Trance, and the longer he knows her, the more convinced he is that he has only ever touches on what there is to know.
"Should you have been able to come back from another time and universe?" It's quiet, but there's a firmness, no more, just a hint that this is a serious question. Dylan's been back in time -- and back -- before, but this is something completely different.