Most of it is data that's beyond him. Deitmar may understand it, but Ryan's just a soldier. He watches the windows impassively, a frown blossoming when he sees the wolf. It's fur matches her hair and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what it's supposed to be.
She's standing alert, ears pricked forward, mouth shut. It's not at all representative of any time he's seen them, teeth bared and claws splayed, red with blood. Does River find those records? Does she see those pictures?
"Artist's rendition," he nearly sneers, fists clenched.
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Date: 2009-04-20 05:31 am (UTC)She's standing alert, ears pricked forward, mouth shut. It's not at all representative of any time he's seen them, teeth bared and claws splayed, red with blood. Does River find those records? Does she see those pictures?
"Artist's rendition," he nearly sneers, fists clenched.