[Ah, that's an indignant squawk if there ever was.]
Excuse you, there's nothing 'more advanced' about being a throwback. Or a Natha experiment or whatever you are.
[Skipping a step to catch up, he mutters in disgruntlement. John's might be admittedly vaguely special, but not that special, and certainly not advanced. There's a huff or two involved as Rodney argues with himself about the very idea and what John might be implying as he follows John into the bar.
Oh, he just followed John (and Seren) into the bar. The change in locale pulls him halfway out of his huff. He blinks at the barkeep and then at John.]
no subject
[Ah, that's an indignant squawk if there ever was.]
Excuse you, there's nothing 'more advanced' about being a throwback. Or a Natha experiment or whatever you are.
[Skipping a step to catch up, he mutters in disgruntlement. John's might be admittedly vaguely special, but not that special, and certainly not advanced. There's a huff or two involved as Rodney argues with himself about the very idea and what John might be implying as he follows John into the bar.
Oh, he just followed John (and Seren) into the bar. The change in locale pulls him halfway out of his huff. He blinks at the barkeep and then at John.]
You're a regular here, aren't you.