Brock quirked an eyebrow. The delicate touch of sarcasm wasn't lost on him, but Inara somehow made it sound so...refined. As if the Head Doctor's appearance and subsequent announcement were mere inconveniences and nothing more.
"He's younger than I would've thought," Brock said. "Snappy dresser. Nice suit."
And not just some typical human either, he added darkly. It took a hell of a lot to faze his symbiote, much less give it second and third thoughts about their place in the universal hierarchy, and he knew for a fact that his Other was determined to bring Martin Landel down. Make him fall. Brock thought he needed a good punch in face before a good, old-fashioned disembowling, but he wasn't sure how to get close enough to carry out the deed.
And besides, that wasn't exactly conversation material, especially with a woman like Inara. He was vaguely curious about what she did for a job (not all of them particularly flattering), but decided that he could use a distraction and an excuse not to look River's way, regardless of what the symbiote felt attracted. He liked his women legal for one thing, and while he was sure Kasady would dig swinging that way (the sick fuck), Brock had what he called morals and maturity.
Besides, he could use more information about this place and he could tell he'd enjoy talking to Inara, who seemed to be politely professional and knew where her priorities were. "So where're you from, Inara?" he asked, deciding that the best place to start was from the beginning.
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"He's younger than I would've thought," Brock said. "Snappy dresser. Nice suit."
And not just some typical human either, he added darkly. It took a hell of a lot to faze his symbiote, much less give it second and third thoughts about their place in the universal hierarchy, and he knew for a fact that his Other was determined to bring Martin Landel down. Make him fall. Brock thought he needed a good punch in face before a good, old-fashioned disembowling, but he wasn't sure how to get close enough to carry out the deed.
And besides, that wasn't exactly conversation material, especially with a woman like Inara. He was vaguely curious about what she did for a job (not all of them particularly flattering), but decided that he could use a distraction and an excuse not to look River's way, regardless of what the symbiote felt attracted. He liked his women legal for one thing, and while he was sure Kasady would dig swinging that way (the sick fuck), Brock had what he called morals and maturity.
Besides, he could use more information about this place and he could tell he'd enjoy talking to Inara, who seemed to be politely professional and knew where her priorities were. "So where're you from, Inara?" he asked, deciding that the best place to start was from the beginning.