Re: Top Deck, away from the bridge
"Get rescued often?" It sounded like an awful come on and his small smile turned a touch rueful. His gaze flickered downward, watching her and her long legs with barely masked interest before politely turning away. As intriguing as she was, he was masked, on duty, and there was little point in indulging himself. Involving with others, fleeting or not, never failed to complicate things.
He watched her agree, following the gaze back to the water and nodded. She looked and sounded cold, and he couldn't help but ask, "Then why are you out here?" The urge to brush her hair back couldn't be helped, and he raised one gloved hand to smooth back the strands in the wind.