"Maybe." She's still leaning into him, still not all there yet because Simmons was her captain and Grif had looked so lost in there and there had to be something they could do.
But for the life of her she couldn't come up with any sort of idea, her hand curling around his.
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But for the life of her she couldn't come up with any sort of idea, her hand curling around his.
"...Yeah, we should."