Re: Savannah/G
G felt like banging his head on the ice. It had to make more sense than how they could go from almost pleasant to this so quickly.
"You're around people with guns all day. You should know how to use one for your own safety." Sighing, he shook his head. "No, there isn't a group. 'My team' is split in half across dimensions. 'We' or 'us' at most refers to Sam and Deeks when I use it. And the others use it to mean their own little groups -- which is why we're doing this. There is no team here. There are tiny groups, pairs. And yes, others like you who are on their own. But, this isn't a team, yet. We're all add-ons here."
She was frustrating to new levels of extreme. But, G would try because, well, because it was either help her with her issues or face his own, which wasn't an option right now. "Look, you've been dropped into a world that has certain rules. I don't mean Omega Reality. I mean the military base. It seems harsh when you don't understand the reason for the rules. But, we're trying to help you, help you adjust to the rules along with everything else. It doesn't seem like it, but everything we've done -- Deeks, Sam, myself -- has been because we don't want to see you hurt. We can't change the rules. But, we can make them easier to live with if you let us."
He sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose to stave off the metaphoric headache, when she asked to wait in the car. "Take Deeks with you. Not," he said to forestall the arguments he could hear before she thought them, "because I'm afraid of what you'll do, before you think it. I wasn't kidding about the buddy system. It's safer for you."