Tonks walks slowly up to stand behind the pilot's chair and rests one hand on the back; she eventually tears her gaze away from the hypnotic view of the black in order to follow Wash's movements. She watches him work, how assured and expertly he moves, and grins.
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Date: 2006-05-07 03:01 am (UTC)"Yeah. It's a pretty wicked gig, mate."