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Scratching an itch [Open]

Namely the itch for space, for air. Nathan had been going over a check list for things to keep an eye on around the ship, but even politicians like to unwind from time to time. He heard the notice about the podpop, more arrivals to meet with later. In the meantime, his steps had taken him to the Sensoriums. Remembering the deep Nevada skies, he called it up, his surroundings becoming gritty sand, and rocks. Bare hills in the distance, with sparse vegetation.

Then in an instance, he took flight, and a sonic boom sounded in the crisp blue sky.

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They flew for a bit longer before he started to slow again, and gently descend back to the ground, their feet landing lightly on the desert ground.

Lyta stood for several moments with her arms still wrapped around Nathan's neck once they'd landed as she allowed herself adjust to being back down on the ground. Once she was certain she wasn't going to lose her balance, she released her hold on him and took a few steps back, still smiling.

"Wow..." she muttered, finally sweeping her hair out of her face. "...that was... Wow."

Another throaty chuckle from him as he watched her reaction.

"Fun huh?"

"Yeah," Lyta nodded. "Now I know why you're always flying all over the place every chance you get. It's kind of...liberating, I guess."

"Yeah. I hid what I could do for a long time. Didn't want to bring attention to it, or have to be worry about being tested. But here? Not a problem. And it's good to just let go. Used to do it when I was a pilot too."

"Why does that not surprise me?" Lyta said with a smirk. She moved over to a rock and took a seat.

He found a seat nearby, another rock.

After settling in, he then shrugged, "I used to fly jets, now I can fly as fast as one. Go figure."

She was still smirking. "You know, I had a feeling you had an impulsive streak somewhere. I mean, you always seem so controlled and composed all the time. It's just seemed like there had to be something a little more uninhibited deep down. If only just to balance it out."

Nathan eyed her with a curious expression. He knew she could have tried checking his mind, but she didn't. Just using another way to figure him out, and wondering why she might be looking.

"Not that impulsive, just when I need to be."

Lying, he definitely acts impulsively when he's determined about something.

"Oh really?" she said with a lift of her eyebrows. "And just how often might that need be?"

"When I have to." Usually when cleaning up messes, often somebody else's.

Lyta narrowed her eyes at him in playful suspicion. "You're evading the question."

"How so? I gave you an answer."

"No, you didn't," Lyta countered. "I don't know about you but, where I come from, 'when I have to' and 'when I need to' pretty much mean the same thing. You just gave me the same answer twice."

"You asked how often it happens. And well, it happens more often that I want it to. Seems like there's always something else to take care of."

She gave an understanding nod. "You always feel like you have to clean up everyone else's messes?"

"How...wait don't answer that."

Nathan had to remind himself for a moment.

"Yeah I do. Especially when it comes to my family."

"Relax," Lyta said, reaching out and patting his leg. "I didn't scan you. You told me earlier that you've always had to look out for your brother and you just said you always have something to take care of... I just read between the lines."

"Ah, smart of you then," Nathan remarked approvingly with a small smile. Trying not to react to that pat since it was just a friendly one, right?

She smiled. "I suppose it's a good thing you're so used to cleaning up after other people," she said. "Considering the number of teenagers that Stacy decided to throw on board with us--powerful ones, nonetheless--I get the feeling we're going to be mopping up a lot of messes."

"Hell, just look what happened in the medbay. Already on clean up duty now."

"Yeah, I know," Lyta answered with a nod. Her smile fell away as the subject of the incident in the medlab came front and center. "According to Brainy and Kal, Kal was completely justified in doing what he did. I don't know if they just don't realize that it wasn't just Brainy who could have gotten hurt or if they just don't care."

"Still think Kal jumped the gun, and could have killed him. And sure, bad enough I had people trying to kill me back home. Like to think we had enough of crewmates trying to do the same."

"Of course he could have," Lyta agreed, standing up and folding her arms across her chest. "And he could have killed you, too, in the process and without Brainy to help him we could have lost Sam. But to talk to them, they make it sound like, because that didn't happen, that proves they weren't being reckless."

Nathan sighed at that, and ran a hand through his hair.

"Maybe I should go talk to them again. Make sure we're all on the same page here. Neither of them can afford to make mistakes like that around here. Specially with the larger number of people awake."

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