Taisce Moore is a knight with a shining M4. (taisce) wrote in immune_ic,
"That makes sense," she nodded. "Is it comfortable to sit in for that long, I wouldn't expect it to. None of the electric chairs I've ever seen --mostly in photographs-- look to be."
Her gaze wandered to the ceiling in thought for a moment. Then she smiled her own warm smile and nodded a bit again. "He's a very good man. I like being around him. He--" she paused, searching for the words. "Makes me feel warm and fuzzy and safe."
She straightened to a stand again before leaning over to pet Dog again. She'd always wanted a pet, but with all the moving her family had done, it just hadn't ever been in the cards. "He does take his job seriously. Which is a double edged sword. I mean, we can rest assured that we're safe, but he's the one that is sacrificing himself for our safety. I guess that sits funny with me."
Taisce was used to sacrificing herself for her country and for her comrades. Sure, she was used to it from her comrades as well because they'd all been in the same boat. But O'Brien seemed like the stubborn type that would rather take on the grunt work and let someone else have a good time. She was slowly seeing more similarities between herself and him than she probably would ever admit.
"Don't get me wrong or anything, I like that about him too. He's dedicated to the things he does, and I admire that. He probably made a damn fine detective."