He ended up telling the Captain what had happened in that supply closet the moment things calmed down, and to his surprise, found out that Eva had gotten there ahead of him. Not to cover her tracks, but to report herself. What was almost just as surprising was finding out where she was now. Not going through a psych evaluation first, no, that apparently was too easy. She'd been thrown into the brig at the first opportunity.
Daniel stopped outside the bars and put a hand on one. It felt solid, cold under his palm. No getting in or out with anyone's bare hands. Not that he thought she was going to try to escape. Far from it probably, she was the one who put herself in here after all; Stacy was a big ship. If Eva wanted to evade Leon and his security, Daniel thought the odds were actually pretty good in her favor. Thankfully there was something in Eva that felt that what she did was wrong, and that something had done the right thing by turning herself in. The terrorist was dead, and if that kill switch hadn't gone off, Daniel had no doubt Eva's work on the man would have killed him long before medics could get down there.
The archaeologist leaned forward, looking for her. It took him a second. She's huddled in a cot, looking like she'd rather burrow into it or the wall behind her, and curled in on herself with a book in hand. She looked terrible. Worse than the first time they'd met. She looked wild, all tangled hair and dark lines and blood-shot eyes.
"Eva," Daniel's voice was quiet. Guarded. He didn't ask how she was, how she was holding up. This wasn't like a trip to the infirmary where you dropped by on friends or squad mates after a mission. He was probably the last person she wanted to see. Daniel had corroborated her story, and effectively, ensured she was in here. Despite his conflicted feelings about her, he wasn't the type to leave her here and let her rot.
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Daniel stopped outside the bars and put a hand on one. It felt solid, cold under his palm. No getting in or out with anyone's bare hands. Not that he thought she was going to try to escape. Far from it probably, she was the one who put herself in here after all; Stacy was a big ship. If Eva wanted to evade Leon and his security, Daniel thought the odds were actually pretty good in her favor. Thankfully there was something in Eva that felt that what she did was wrong, and that something had done the right thing by turning herself in. The terrorist was dead, and if that kill switch hadn't gone off, Daniel had no doubt Eva's work on the man would have killed him long before medics could get down there.
The archaeologist leaned forward, looking for her. It took him a second. She's huddled in a cot, looking like she'd rather burrow into it or the wall behind her, and curled in on herself with a book in hand. She looked terrible. Worse than the first time they'd met. She looked wild, all tangled hair and dark lines and blood-shot eyes.
"Eva," Daniel's voice was quiet. Guarded. He didn't ask how she was, how she was holding up. This wasn't like a trip to the infirmary where you dropped by on friends or squad mates after a mission. He was probably the last person she wanted to see. Daniel had corroborated her story, and effectively, ensured she was in here. Despite his conflicted feelings about her, he wasn't the type to leave her here and let her rot.