Considering the fact that the young man didn't seem the sort to pull out a rocket launcher for the mere point of waving it around, Faye had to assume that the people he alluded to, those who weren't on the island yet but could very well make their way there in time, were dangerous to some degree. And that was intriguing. As much as she hated to admit it (and wouldn't have, to anyone who didn't know her so well already), Faye sometimes longed for that danger again, for anyone to show up who would prove to be a challenge to that island. Even stories were better than nothing.
"People you knew back home?" she asked, resting her chin in her palm, the very picture of reluctantly engaged interest. "People who, even depowered on the island, you still think would deserve the use of a rocket launcher? Must be pretty cunning people, if you ask me."
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Date: 2011-03-10 07:26 am (UTC)"People you knew back home?" she asked, resting her chin in her palm, the very picture of reluctantly engaged interest. "People who, even depowered on the island, you still think would deserve the use of a rocket launcher? Must be pretty cunning people, if you ask me."