At first Jim shoots a grin Harrow's way. It must be a farm-boy thing, to get accused of the casual bout of bestiality from time to time by city folk. His communications officer had made much the same sort of stab at him when he'd first ended up joining Starfleet.
But there's a wrinkle to this one and not just in Harrow's defensive posture that makes Jim pause. Frown thoughtfully before he looks between the two of them again.
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Date: 2017-06-30 05:45 pm (UTC)At first Jim shoots a grin Harrow's way. It must be a farm-boy thing, to get accused of the casual bout of bestiality from time to time by city folk. His communications officer had made much the same sort of stab at him when he'd first ended up joining Starfleet.
But there's a wrinkle to this one and not just in Harrow's defensive posture that makes Jim pause. Frown thoughtfully before he looks between the two of them again.
"What's a worgen?"