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[ They might be, but Nathan truly has learned to be forthcoming out of necessity. The ship doesn't keep secrets for long, so Nathan tries not to have them. He even insists that private conversations aren't hacked into despite the expertise to do so, unless it's needed for security reasons and the safety of the entire ship. Nobody would care that Sirius and Remus were meeting up for snuggles but them, for example, but they'd be royally pissed to find out that someone knew about it in an entirely preventable way.

Secrets are never secret forever, and this way Nathan earns credibility as being honest and forthcoming, even about things that others might expect him to be more hesitant to remark on such as his own troubled past. But he's guilty of using sleight of hand too. By all but admitting his belief in his authority without outright stating it, he grants permission to view him as a potential candidate, confident in his own ability to earn support by demonstrating his leadership qualities without outright demanding it. ]

The politics aren't so big a deal really. Everyone here has the same story. It doesn't matter if they were a king of seven kingdoms or a ballet teacher, we were all thrown into this melting pot against our will. As long as you remember that, you'll always have a way to bond with other people, no matter who they are.

[ At the bottom of the stairs the hum is louder, and the warmth of the balcony, of rising heat, is subdued by the cool breeze gusting out of the server room. ]

There's pods enough here for eight people to work. My spot is no different to anyone else's--I don't need much room. [ There was an eerie looking painting of a ruined cityscape behind his pod, one of Isaac Mendez's portraits of the future. ] Then through that door is the server room, where the entire network archive is stored and organised. Every message you ever record, encrypted or otherwise, is tucked away in that room, and if something were to happen to it we'd be back to square one--or at least we woulda been up to the end of last year. There's a backup now. Not of everything, but the important stuff exists in duplicate on a stack of hard drives that I personally protect. If someone tries to erase us like they erased the old crew, they'll have to go through me.

( she notes not only that he - in charge of this department, so capably ready to be perceived as a contender to take command of the ship itself - doesn't differentiate his workspace from those around him but also that he tells her so and tells her so as a brief observation, not pointedly. he is very good, she thinks, at the game he tells her not to worry about playing; the observation isn't a critical one. somebody has to be, and somebody might need to be, sooner or later. if he's quietly campaigning through the backdoor, then at least he's building it on genuine, demonstrable competence. she can respect that.

however. )

Erased the old crew...?

[ He learned his father's lessons well; that's at the heart of this. Smooth might as well have been given as his middle name at birth. ]

Erased. When we came on board there was almost no sign of them left behind. No personal effects, no messages on the network, nothing scrawled on the wall. Medical bay had been stripped and all the libraries wiped clean of anything useful regarding the ship or this universe. Just a whole lot of crappy spacenovels.

We've found bits and pieces since then, a message of Gallagher's that got stuck in a shuttle buffer and survived the purge, for example, but very little else.

Everyone's always so, oh, we don't know anything so don't even ask.

( it's an observation that she doesn't press any further - she's not going to complain about it, or go rattling cages, but her restlessness with that is hard to miss even from the fact that she's here asking these questions or that she does feel the need to comment on it at all. being told to accept ignorance is something that she can't help but resent; information is control, and ilde has always both wanted it and been clever enough to know where to find it.

she's already made her mind up that this is an acquaintance she's going to maintain. even if none of it is information she can do anything with, even if all she can do is hoard it like a shield against complacency, that'll do. )

It's cold of them to put it that way, but it's worth trying to understand it from their point of view. They wanted to know how and why too, and months - years - later, they still have no more answers than they did before. It can be disheartening; frustrating.

That said, we know a whole lot more than anyone who just showed up here would know. It's our responsibility to pass that information down, to ensure that even if we get silence or sent home that knowledge will survive.

Myself and Ianto are deeply invested in finding those answers. Tyke considers herself too busy to think on it most of the time. It frustrates Carolyn, and Ned has never been much of a conspiracy theory guy. But I'm more than aware of how long Ianto and I have been here, and how few people have survived as long as we have. The chances of us sticking around forever is virtually nil.

I'll answer any of your questions if I can. Any time you have them. My door is always open.

I get it, I do.

( inasmuch as she can - she grasps it intellectually, but she hasn't been here for as long as they have, doesn't feel the weight of so much time, so much loss and confusion and so much silence, drawing conclusions in the dark. she hasn't lived it, yet, and even if she knows coping strategies for what they are, she can't help but resent the consequences.

but in two, five, ten years from now it's unlikely that that will change so much - she'll still understand it only from a logical standpoint, still resent it from an emotional one. it isn't how she copes, and it inconveniences her, so it's annoying and stupid. the only difference is that given time and confidence, she might be louder about how much it irritates her. )

Just-- well, you get it, too. ( a shrug, loose-limbed. )

If I think of more questions, I'll know where to find you. I'm always curious about something.

[ Louder wouldn't hurt anyone. Louder is useful in many ways, because if people stop talking about things they settle in instead. They get complacent. It's not a good look for this place. ]

Alright. You want me to show you out?

[ He led the way back up the stairs politely, and tapped the door console. ]

Thanks for coming by.

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