01-07-2014, 11:25 PM
Jacques laughed at that; of course he was cheap! "Yes yes, quite right. Impressive for a Brit."
He grinned at her teasingly, "What is it the Yanks say? Beans and bullets, yes? I am a businessman, Dr Weston. It is my job to pinch the pennies where I can. And the men, cooped up in the barracks on a ration plan? They were the ones who asked for McDonalds. Who am I to argue?"
If he wasn't far off the mark, there were some impressive gears spinning in the lovely doctor's head as she studied whatever information her Wallet was displaying. And, assuming he was indeed correct, those gears had something to do with himself. He was certain she was eyeing him...and not necessarily in the fashion he was used to. More...clinical. Which made sense; she was a doctor after all.
Barring some sort of clerical error on the CCD's part, he was quite certain that his paperwork was in order. Just what was her game?
Jacques stood with her, as did Corporal Ime, who tucked the briefcase under his arm. "I will wait with Provost Boipelo and the escort team, Sir."
"Good man, Caporal. I will join you once the good Doctor here has had her way with me. Luckily for you Dr Weston, I am not quite so squeamish around needles as some of my men."
He nodded to the Corporal before 2LT Zhenya moved to escort the Légion Première clerk back to the vehicles.
Jacques circled the table to make haste after her, his Styrofoam cup deposited into the trash bin on the way, "Lead on, Doctor, and I shall gladly follow. It would not due that I be unable to work in the glorious Central Custody Dominion alongside my men."
He gave her a friendly smile and a hint of mischief in his eye; his comment was, of course, double edged. He would follow willingly both because she was a lovely woman and because he did not wish to leave his men alone working in the CCD.
He grinned at her teasingly, "What is it the Yanks say? Beans and bullets, yes? I am a businessman, Dr Weston. It is my job to pinch the pennies where I can. And the men, cooped up in the barracks on a ration plan? They were the ones who asked for McDonalds. Who am I to argue?"
If he wasn't far off the mark, there were some impressive gears spinning in the lovely doctor's head as she studied whatever information her Wallet was displaying. And, assuming he was indeed correct, those gears had something to do with himself. He was certain she was eyeing him...and not necessarily in the fashion he was used to. More...clinical. Which made sense; she was a doctor after all.
Barring some sort of clerical error on the CCD's part, he was quite certain that his paperwork was in order. Just what was her game?
Jacques stood with her, as did Corporal Ime, who tucked the briefcase under his arm. "I will wait with Provost Boipelo and the escort team, Sir."
"Good man, Caporal. I will join you once the good Doctor here has had her way with me. Luckily for you Dr Weston, I am not quite so squeamish around needles as some of my men."
He nodded to the Corporal before 2LT Zhenya moved to escort the Légion Première clerk back to the vehicles.
Jacques circled the table to make haste after her, his Styrofoam cup deposited into the trash bin on the way, "Lead on, Doctor, and I shall gladly follow. It would not due that I be unable to work in the glorious Central Custody Dominion alongside my men."
He gave her a friendly smile and a hint of mischief in his eye; his comment was, of course, double edged. He would follow willingly both because she was a lovely woman and because he did not wish to leave his men alone working in the CCD.