Pepin: Oi! I'm the badass 'ere! Jean: And this is why I don't like Britons... *He glances at Clara.* Jean: I mean, besides you dear! Pepin: Take 'im, boys. *Pepin gestures at Jean, and the four other goons advance.*
Jean, muttering: Hitmen... *He turns, looking at the group of five men.* Jean: Whata you want, Pepin? Pepin: Our new boss wants to see you, Gambit. Jean: Don't call me that, idiot. Pepin: Oh! Little b*tch finally found his balls, did he? Or did he have his little girlie find 'em for him? *Pepin smiles evilly at Clara.*
*He smiles at her as well.* Jean: Well.. you do kinda smell, girl, and- Voice: Well, ain't that cute? Little Gambit's got himself a girl! Jean, muttering: Sh*t...
Jean, in fake pain: Ow, that hurt. *He smiles at her, then kisses her cheek.* Jean: Do I need to beat this Ebren up? You know, show that we're the better couple? *He smiles with genuine mirth.*
Jean: Thought so. *He leans against her more, not heavily though.* Jean: She have a boyfriend? *He raises an eyebrow, as if to say that he was interested. But overexagerated.*
*The door to the ready room opens, and the black lab from earlier walks in, a collar around it's neck.* Lab: *Barks*! *He walks over to Jade and curls up under the desk.*
Jean, as they walk to the room: So, how good did it feel to kick Tara's TRIBBLE? *He raises an eyebrow.* OOC: Not gonna be back fully for a while yet. Dinner with my family.
OOC:.... Future Queen of an ally as captain of a ship. If she dies, almost certain war with a previous ally of almost equal strength. Maybe MACO is a good idea.
*He smiles and sighs, then stands and takes her hand.* Jean: Let's go then. Maybe I can find something to eat on the way. That sandwich was not as filling as I thought it would be.
Jean: My family always called it England. Avalon sounded too fancy for the Britons. *He smiles at her, then takes her hand.* Jean: Wanna go back to the room? It's getting kinda late...
Jean: We're almost there. In fact, it's 'round this corner here. *He leads her around the corner, and shows her nice, quiet, brightly-lit spot with a window that shows a view of space and the entry spot for the dock, letting anyone look out from it see incoming ships.* Jean: Not as pretty as you Belle, but for a few months…