Duh. ( he doesn't need to thank her. ) The not-Avengers have to stick together, right?
( to mister stark, he says, all reverence and pious appreciation for whatever authority the actual tony stark probably wields over the avengers, and skye can only shake her head, a bemused smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. once upon a time, she felt that way about authority figures. nowadays? not so much... though phil coulson, she supposes, is an exception to the rule. she doesn't hero-worship, though. there's a fine line.
the collar, however, is a little less amusing. a bobby pin is fished out of a small pouch, the plastic protective end tugged off by impatient teeth that latch onto it with a firm bite; a half-minute later, and the rounded curve is completely flattened, made into a jerry-rigged pick perfect for getting into the little crevices. )
Okay, so — this thing is a fucking mess, by the way, I don't know what they were thinking beyond how to be the douchiest guys in the entire world — ( a disapproving huff under her breath, and skye angles the edge of her pick against a tri-wing screw head the likes of which haven't been used since the early eighties. it turns, but, naturally, there's something in the way preventing her from pulling it off completely. something that looks suspiciously like the alien equivalent to a seven-pin sata power cable. ) — oh, fuck me.
( super reassuring, right? )
I'm gonna pull this connector, okay? Take a deep breath.
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( to mister stark, he says, all reverence and pious appreciation for whatever authority the actual tony stark probably wields over the avengers, and skye can only shake her head, a bemused smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. once upon a time, she felt that way about authority figures. nowadays? not so much... though phil coulson, she supposes, is an exception to the rule. she doesn't hero-worship, though. there's a fine line.
the collar, however, is a little less amusing. a bobby pin is fished out of a small pouch, the plastic protective end tugged off by impatient teeth that latch onto it with a firm bite; a half-minute later, and the rounded curve is completely flattened, made into a jerry-rigged pick perfect for getting into the little crevices. )
Okay, so — this thing is a fucking mess, by the way, I don't know what they were thinking beyond how to be the douchiest guys in the entire world — ( a disapproving huff under her breath, and skye angles the edge of her pick against a tri-wing screw head the likes of which haven't been used since the early eighties. it turns, but, naturally, there's something in the way preventing her from pulling it off completely. something that looks suspiciously like the alien equivalent to a seven-pin sata power cable. ) — oh, fuck me.
( super reassuring, right? )
I'm gonna pull this connector, okay? Take a deep breath.