At the word 'boss,' there's a moment of utter blankness.
(And, she's wondering somewhere behind the startlement, how is Rosse managing this? Turning a newsfeed into a call, you can't do that, there are frequency safeguards and configuration disjointment...)
And then she realizes -- because she knows Crowley is a demon, though parts of the story never quite made sense to her, she does know, but she doesn't really think about it, because demon is complicated and confusing and straight out of science fiction but Andronicus Crowley is a label she can handle -- she realizes what 'boss' means here.
And she thinks, stupidly, Oh.
Oh hell.
And then she realizes that Gabriel is trying to shield her, and it's noble but it's pointless, because if the devil (such a ridiculous, outmoded concept) can get at them through a Cortex screen it's not as if standing in front of her is going to do anything, and anyway she'll be damned if she'll let him face this alone. She's already done that far too much.
So she lets her husband draw her closer, but she doesn't let him hide her, and she lifts her chin and offers Mr. Nick Rosse a carefully calculated, cordial smile that doesn't look strained at all.
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Date: 2006-06-15 07:34 am (UTC)(And, she's wondering somewhere behind the startlement, how is Rosse managing this? Turning a newsfeed into a call, you can't do that, there are frequency safeguards and configuration disjointment...)
And then she realizes -- because she knows Crowley is a demon, though parts of the story never quite made sense to her, she does know, but she doesn't really think about it, because demon is complicated and confusing and straight out of science fiction but Andronicus Crowley is a label she can handle -- she realizes what 'boss' means here.
And she thinks, stupidly, Oh.
Oh hell.
And then she realizes that Gabriel is trying to shield her, and it's noble but it's pointless, because if the devil (such a ridiculous, outmoded concept) can get at them through a Cortex screen it's not as if standing in front of her is going to do anything, and anyway she'll be damned if she'll let him face this alone. She's already done that far too much.
So she lets her husband draw her closer, but she doesn't let him hide her, and she lifts her chin and offers Mr. Nick Rosse a carefully calculated, cordial smile that doesn't look strained at all.