[voice]

[alittlesweptup]

[The voice on the network may not technically be shouting, but there's a distinctly hard edge to the words that easily translates into 'Oh my god I can't even believe this right now.']

Oi! Anyone using fire to deal with this nonsense had better knock it right off! I don't care if your fire's made of magic, Harry Potter, it's still probably burning up oxygen when you use it to light these bastards up-- and I don't know if you've noticed, but we're in bloody space.

[There's a beat, a sharp intake of breath as Charlie wills himself to not flip the nearest table. Finally, in a low steely tone:] We need oxygen for other things. Like, oh, breathing. Figure out a different way of doing things.

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[justgo]

Hard to say. If I was the astronaut type, I might. [Right back at you, sir.]

[alittlesweptup]

[Charlie makes a low grumbling noise, a vaguely impatient 'Mmmhm.'] What exactly was it that you said you were doing?

[justgo]

Stayin' with folks from where I'm from, for starters. [Bated pause.] —unless you were gettin' at something else.

[alittlesweptup]

I'm not getting at anything. [As he is very pointedly Not Concerned. He may not be terribly well acquainted with her, but he's not dense; Tess can clearly take care of herself. Though after a long pause:] But if your people need anything, give me a shout.

[justgo]

Oh, I'll holler. If your spot gets a little hot, I'm always a call away, more or less.

Just in case, of course. [Precautions, precautions.]

[alittlesweptup]

[If this was video, he might throw her a mock salute. As it is--]

I'll keep it in mind, darling.

[justgo]

Good. Take care, Charlie.

-->disconnect

[alittlesweptup]

You too, Tess.