[Perhaps he's not quite so well versed in films (though certainly more than he had once been, thanks to his tenure as a student of them), but Rip certainly does remember when Miranda would smooth out the fabric of his shirt, or ensure the lapels of his jacket laid just so. Even when Rip insisted he was perfectly fine to step outside and be in public, she could usually find something to pick at--
And it seems Gideon has already learned the same. Funny thing; Rip really hasn't minded it with either woman. Not too much.
Yet there is always something else, it would seem. Rip knows well the team would be worried (or curious, or some mix of the two), and they shouldn't go neglected too long lest they cause mischief of their own--not unlike the kind hinted at in Gideon's smile, and already Rip has to wonder how chaotic this little engagement will be.
Those concerns don't exactly ease when she takes hold of his arm, but--it's rather nice to escort Gideon this way. He nods in quiet reply, then leads Gideon down the corridors of the ship, to the bridge where the entirety of the team is waiting.
As predicted, it is quite an onslaught indeed.
Rip stays close by as the individual members of the team ask about this new development, though he's by and large silent. He takes up a perch near the central console, watching the goings-on, the exchange of questions and theories and banter between the bunch. It grants him a bit of time to think, separated from it all like this. In truth before Gideon had suddenly found herself in a human body, Rip had been on the verge of a major decision.
One that would change everything, for all of them.
He's still turning the thoughts over in the back of his mind when Gideon excuses herself to the kitchen. Somewhere amid the rambling, it was discovered Gideon was hungry--and that she didn't need the team to accompany her in the quest for food, thank you, she was perfectly capable of operating the food fabricators still. For a moment Rip wonders if all the noise has been too much, and if she'd simply prefer the silence of solitude for awhile.
The look she gives him when their eyes meet serves as answer, he thinks. So quietly, Rip follows after.]
You know, you're only going to be able to stave off Martin for so long. [He only speaks up again when they're in the mess, with Gideon preparing whatever she's decided to try.] He's going to want to run his tests--and it might not be a terrible idea to let him.
[The more information they had, the better prepared they could potentially be if something else was altered; Gideon's human form is entirely new, perhaps in all of history. There's no way for them to know how long it might last, or what effects could play out over time. Martin may well be able to figure out some answers that none of the others would, particularly with his background in transfiguration.
Of course, helping Gideon hadn't been the only reason for volunteering; recalling the man's eagerness, Rip is quick to continue.]
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And it seems Gideon has already learned the same. Funny thing; Rip really hasn't minded it with either woman. Not too much.
Yet there is always something else, it would seem. Rip knows well the team would be worried (or curious, or some mix of the two), and they shouldn't go neglected too long lest they cause mischief of their own--not unlike the kind hinted at in Gideon's smile, and already Rip has to wonder how chaotic this little engagement will be.
Those concerns don't exactly ease when she takes hold of his arm, but--it's rather nice to escort Gideon this way. He nods in quiet reply, then leads Gideon down the corridors of the ship, to the bridge where the entirety of the team is waiting.
As predicted, it is quite an onslaught indeed.
Rip stays close by as the individual members of the team ask about this new development, though he's by and large silent. He takes up a perch near the central console, watching the goings-on, the exchange of questions and theories and banter between the bunch. It grants him a bit of time to think, separated from it all like this. In truth before Gideon had suddenly found herself in a human body, Rip had been on the verge of a major decision.
One that would change everything, for all of them.
He's still turning the thoughts over in the back of his mind when Gideon excuses herself to the kitchen. Somewhere amid the rambling, it was discovered Gideon was hungry--and that she didn't need the team to accompany her in the quest for food, thank you, she was perfectly capable of operating the food fabricators still. For a moment Rip wonders if all the noise has been too much, and if she'd simply prefer the silence of solitude for awhile.
The look she gives him when their eyes meet serves as answer, he thinks. So quietly, Rip follows after.]
You know, you're only going to be able to stave off Martin for so long. [He only speaks up again when they're in the mess, with Gideon preparing whatever she's decided to try.] He's going to want to run his tests--and it might not be a terrible idea to let him.
[The more information they had, the better prepared they could potentially be if something else was altered; Gideon's human form is entirely new, perhaps in all of history. There's no way for them to know how long it might last, or what effects could play out over time. Martin may well be able to figure out some answers that none of the others would, particularly with his background in transfiguration.
Of course, helping Gideon hadn't been the only reason for volunteering; recalling the man's eagerness, Rip is quick to continue.]
Within reason, of course.