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WHO: Daryl & Leia
WHERE: Warehouse
WHEN: April 1; IC Day 51
WARNINGS: snark
SUMMARY: Daryl and Leia talk and Daryl isn't quiet so crabby to her

Daryl hadn't exactly been avoiding Leia the last week, but he hadn't exactly been seeking her out, either. He hadn't really been thinking much about her, if he was being honest. Too much had been going on with Carol and keeping track of those who were around and what supplies they had (so much water-logged and not enough good stones for keeping the few knives they had sharp and forget fresh meat or decent firewood at this point) for him to dwell on their brief... well, it wasn't really an argument and it wasn't really a dick-measuring-contest either. But somewhere in the middle there when she'd been the reasonable one at the same time he couldn't stand her posturing and throwing the weight of her sensibility and obvious experience leading people around to challenge him. Whatever that kind of thing was called.

As it was, though, it had passed mostly from his mind and he'd settled in to being used to seeing her around in the peripheral of his own comings and goings. He was checking the string on his nerf bow to make sure the tension was still decent when he pulled it as tight as he needed to give it any real power, when he saw her making her way past his 'post' (a spot on the ground floor he could watch most people as they attempted to get shit done and not drive themselves crazy with all the rain).

Daryl's head lifted just a little and his mouth opened to let his tongue slip out and wet his lips before he let out a quick, practiced whistle that carried to catch her attention. Once he was sure he had it and she was looking at him, he jerked his head to indicate he wanted her to come over.

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Leia was now older and more experienced than when she was on Hoth's Echo Base, so picking fights with people in times of crisis was now something she looked back on with chagrin. But the fact of the matter is that she had actually spent most of her time trying to help those scared and lost by giving them an ear to their complaints and to suggest things they could do to keep from being overwhelmed by fear and the cold from the rain when she wasn't helping Han as best she could with whatever tasks he'd been doing.

She might not have been a genius with technology like Luke was, but she was smart, a quick learner and had helped him fix the Falcon more times than she cared to count. How that thing stayed together was a secret that he wasn't sharing with anyone, not even her.

When Daryl whistled, she looked up, curiosity written clearly on her expressive face. He'd made it obvious that after their talk about his need to sleep more than he didn't really want to be around her. She'd given him his space for that reason. But, she walked over, nonetheless, avoiding a rather large puddle along the way.

"Hello, Daryl. Lovely weather we're having, isn't it?"

He gave her a look before snorting, not quite rolling his eyes. The rain was still falling. Though he had noticed it has started to let up a little. It came down, sure, just not as hard as it had been. Hopefully whatever storm system was over them was finally starting to move on, or wear itself out.

"You okay?" Daryl asked, instead of answering her hello. It wasn't so much a pleasantry (though it probably sounded like an attempt at one), as it was him checking in with her directly. He was trying to do that with his people around once a week. Numbers as they were, it wasn't that difficult of a goal to keep up with.

If she couldn't be sarcastic about things, Leia was pretty sure she might die. She was usually the most obnoxious when she was tired, scared or angry. Seeing as how she was none of those things, she just wanted to gauge his attitude.

The snort was a good indication that he was getting over things.

"I'm fine. Perhaps a little tired of the incessant rain, but since that's something I can't change, I'll make do."

She looked him over with a careless eye.

"You seem better than the last time we spoke."

"Rain's letting up," he commented non-committedly. It wasn't something easily noticed save for the fact that he'd been looking for the break to start coming once it hit day 5 of the downpour and that was almost a month ago now. "Don't know if it'll be tonight or in a couple days, but it ain't as heavy as its been."

Daryl dropped his eyes back to his bow, unstringing it and pulling out his knife to adjust one of the screws. He tried to hide the frown her comment on his appearance brought to his lips and then ignore it entirely, "What've you been doing? Seen you around, but ain't seen much else."

i.e. he hadn't been watching her the way he'd been watching certain other members of their group.

"Hm, yes, I can see that," she replied as she looked out of the window at the sky that was less a solid sheet of grey and more like grey-ish. "It'll be nice to finally be able to have that part of the situation taken care of."

She looked out at the ruined city and tried to ignore the way it creeped her out, what with what she knew was out there.

"I've been talking to people, trying to keep them calm, and I've been helping Han with the communications array he's working on. It's nearly done. In a few days, he might even be able to send out a transmission or two."

"You really think we'll be able to reach anyone?" he titled his head up to look at her. He was used to radios doing shit all for helping anyone in his world. The last time one had even worked, it was to advertise Terminus and that had involved some very false advertising.

"I think there's a great possibility of transmissions reaching someone, yes. Whether that's to our benefit or not, I can't answer."

Coming from a time of war and reformation, she'd helped with intercepted messages from Imperials and Rebels alike. On this planet, however, she wasn't sure how far that would get them.

"You don't think it's worth the trouble, I take it."

Daryl shook his head, "don't really know. People that dropped us here, really feel like they're assholes at this point. We let them know we're still alive and moving... not sure what they might do. Not even sure they'd care. And if we contact someone else? Another group of survivors like us, who been here longer, they might decide to come take this place. And we don't got the number to defend and hold it."

"Well, we won't know either way unless we make an effort to contact. I'm sure that Han's calculations will actually make sure that we can speak to those who dropped the supply package. He might come off as unreliable, but he's never let me down yet."

And that would be the highest praise that Leia could give anyone in her acquaintance, but her husband especially. He always found a way to come out and help in the way that was most needed and this time would prove no different.

Daryl's lips pressed together and he nodded slowly. He wasn't surprised she was defending Han's abilities. The two were married, apparently, and as much as she had been biting heads off, Leia had seemed genuinely fond of the man.

"You think it'll help?" he asked after another moment, eyes meeting hers. "Think whoever dragged us here'll be happy to hear from us?"

Leia was the first person to let Han know if he screwed up, but at this point, he'd done a damn fine job. And she loved the hell out of him at any rate.

She looked at Daryl for a long time before answering him. "I'm not sure that it will help, no, but it will give us something to do. And if they don't respond, it's still not a waste of time or effort. You're right that there might be other cities out there. They might even have suggestions on how to make the creatures out there less hostile during the rainy weather."

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