[Margaret snatches up the dog tags when Vasiliy tosses them onto the bed, tucking them around her neck--where they belong. She still doesn't take her eyes off him, but seems startled when he asks her the question. She's of two minds about her answer. She could lie. But if they somehow ended up in a situation where they needed to defend themselves, he might expect her to try and whip out her gun and start shooting. But telling the truth means admitting vulnerability, that at any point, this filthy commie could decide that he's done playing games and dispose of her.
Annoyingly, a little voice that sounds suspiciously like a Mr. Hawkeye Pierce nags at her. Tells her that she should establish a line of trust if she wants to get anything done besides screaming her head off.
For a few moments, she doesn't respond, trying to untangle her thoughts. Then, she sighs, looking away from Vasiliy and crossing her arms.]
I don't. [Admitted in a slightly reluctant tone.] They don't issue guns to nurses--as useful as they might be in situations of self-defense.
[She doesn't elaborate further on her position than that. She's certain that the more information she gives, the more this man can use against her. Even though at no point has he admitted to being a communist spy, nor has he really done anything to stop or hurt her.]
no subject
[Margaret snatches up the dog tags when Vasiliy tosses them onto the bed, tucking them around her neck--where they belong. She still doesn't take her eyes off him, but seems startled when he asks her the question. She's of two minds about her answer. She could lie. But if they somehow ended up in a situation where they needed to defend themselves, he might expect her to try and whip out her gun and start shooting. But telling the truth means admitting vulnerability, that at any point, this filthy commie could decide that he's done playing games and dispose of her.
Annoyingly, a little voice that sounds suspiciously like a Mr. Hawkeye Pierce nags at her. Tells her that she should establish a line of trust if she wants to get anything done besides screaming her head off.
For a few moments, she doesn't respond, trying to untangle her thoughts. Then, she sighs, looking away from Vasiliy and crossing her arms.]
I don't. [Admitted in a slightly reluctant tone.] They don't issue guns to nurses--as useful as they might be in situations of self-defense.
[She doesn't elaborate further on her position than that. She's certain that the more information she gives, the more this man can use against her. Even though at no point has he admitted to being a communist spy, nor has he really done anything to stop or hurt her.]
Do you?