[Jensen's in the 'lost' category. He can do well on his own- when he has orders to follow. He was a team player, good under pressure, but he worked best when he had people he was working with and for. Now? He wasn't sure if anyone he knew and loved still existed, if his world was real or not, and this whole situation was so surreal, he was wondering if it wasn't a bad hallucination.
He looked over at the words and where they came from, noticing the crispness in the tone and that surety that maybe she knew something he didn't. He also is pretty sure he picked up those unspoken words. He was a soldier, after all. He could read between the lines in a situation like this. He rubbed at his face, missing his glasses, then nodded, leaning against a pillar and scowling out over the forms of the 'better equipped than us' captors.]
Hostages usually are. Until they aren't. Trying to figure out what exactly it is we're of value for. As workers or food.
[God, he hoped the former. He didn't mind doing manual labor, and slaves could form a revolt of some kind, but winding up as some kind of blood sacrifice or pig slop wasn't exactly something he could recover from easily.]
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He looked over at the words and where they came from, noticing the crispness in the tone and that surety that maybe she knew something he didn't. He also is pretty sure he picked up those unspoken words. He was a soldier, after all. He could read between the lines in a situation like this. He rubbed at his face, missing his glasses, then nodded, leaning against a pillar and scowling out over the forms of the 'better equipped than us' captors.]
Hostages usually are. Until they aren't. Trying to figure out what exactly it is we're of value for. As workers or food.
[God, he hoped the former. He didn't mind doing manual labor, and slaves could form a revolt of some kind, but winding up as some kind of blood sacrifice or pig slop wasn't exactly something he could recover from easily.]