Taisce Moore is a knight with a shining M4. (taisce) wrote in immune_ic,
At O'Brien's shove, Marty took a couple of steps toward the guard tower, and nodded to O'Brien. "I won't," his gaze meandered from the angry Irishman to the not as angry Irishwoman. After O'Brien turned on his heel, Marty motioned at Taisce to follow, half-signing --if it could be called that-- that he'd be okay. And with that, he traipsed his way back to his post in the tower.
Once inside, he would let Mike, and anyone else on duty know what was going on. He was sure that there may be some confusion. The rest of the night would be routine and boring.
Taisce, on the other hand, was all kinds of flustered. This was not what she'd wanted at all. She didn't want to piss O'Brien off. Not on his birthday. Hesitantly, she followed.
"Ar-," a sigh. Stupid question. "I-," she furrowed her brow. She didn't know what to say. So she traipsed behind him for a good moment, formulating phrases that wouldn't anger him further or give away her plan.
"So if we just forget that whole thing happened," she started. Yeah, that wasn't going to happen, and she knew it.
"Luke texted me earlier, and I was heading to you guys' place because he wouldn't tell me what he wanted. So I guess it's a good thing you came out, because I have no idea where I'm going." She hoped that maybe that would be enough to prod him in the general direction of the mini-surprise party the two of them had planned.
Once they got there, maybe it'd be enough of a distraction to make him forget his anger. She hoped so. She didn't want him to be mad at her forever.