[ To be fair, he's doing his best to pretend he isn't in her head.
He's spent his entire adult life sucking up to his superiors as they stepped on him on their way to the top. Forcing laughter at their (usually incredibly offensive) jokes, biting his tongue at every demeaning remark, sitting in an office surrounded by motivational posters of a mass-murderer. (Admittedly, the last was his own choice — Jack had seemed like everything he wasn't yet wanted to be; powerful, confident, respected. Worthy of idolization.) There comes a point, though, when one can't help but snap. For Rhys, that moment was Senior Vice Janitor Rhys to Sector D451 for trash clean-up, because that is your job now, to clean up trash with your bare hands.
So, you know, his relationship with authority is strained at best. ]
Well, yeah, no shit. [ He breathes out slowly, attempting to think happy thoughts. (Seeing Vaughn alive against all odds. Pinky-swearing with Sasha. Gortys trying to drive the caravan despite being a tiny, legless robot. Fiona's stupid hat she loves so much that actually looks cooler than he'll ever admit to her.) He won't show her the respect she seems to expect, but it isn't the first time he's worked with someone he didn't care for to achieve a common goal, so he continues, ] Anyway.
Technology is kind of my thing. [ He taps the corner of his gold eye, far more luminescent than his regular brown one. That's right, he has an implant in his eye, it's gross. ] This thing— okay, you probably wouldn't understand it, [ he says, actually not intending to be patronizing but coming off as it all the same, ] but it can analyze my surroundings, so, like, technology and stuff. [ And people. He uses it on people a lot. They hate it. ] What I'm saying is, if you ever need tech support or whatever, I can probably help. If it's their tech keeping you out of the tours, I could figure out how it works, maybe how to circumvent it?
[ There's mild insecurity and uncertainty in his tone, like he isn't entirely comfortable offering this to Lexa, like he's already prepared for a negative response. ]
Just. If you ever need help, you know. Just with tech, I mean, I'm not going to do your laundry.
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He's spent his entire adult life sucking up to his superiors as they stepped on him on their way to the top. Forcing laughter at their (usually incredibly offensive) jokes, biting his tongue at every demeaning remark, sitting in an office surrounded by motivational posters of a mass-murderer. (Admittedly, the last was his own choice — Jack had seemed like everything he wasn't yet wanted to be; powerful, confident, respected. Worthy of idolization.) There comes a point, though, when one can't help but snap. For Rhys, that moment was Senior Vice Janitor Rhys to Sector D451 for trash clean-up, because that is your job now, to clean up trash with your bare hands.
So, you know, his relationship with authority is strained at best. ]
Well, yeah, no shit. [ He breathes out slowly, attempting to think happy thoughts. (Seeing Vaughn alive against all odds. Pinky-swearing with Sasha. Gortys trying to drive the caravan despite being a tiny, legless robot. Fiona's stupid hat she loves so much that actually looks cooler than he'll ever admit to her.) He won't show her the respect she seems to expect, but it isn't the first time he's worked with someone he didn't care for to achieve a common goal, so he continues, ] Anyway.
Technology is kind of my thing. [ He taps the corner of his gold eye, far more luminescent than his regular brown one. That's right, he has an implant in his eye, it's gross. ] This thing— okay, you probably wouldn't understand it, [ he says, actually not intending to be patronizing but coming off as it all the same, ] but it can analyze my surroundings, so, like, technology and stuff. [ And people. He uses it on people a lot. They hate it. ] What I'm saying is, if you ever need tech support or whatever, I can probably help. If it's their tech keeping you out of the tours, I could figure out how it works, maybe how to circumvent it?
[ There's mild insecurity and uncertainty in his tone, like he isn't entirely comfortable offering this to Lexa, like he's already prepared for a negative response. ]
Just. If you ever need help, you know. Just with tech, I mean, I'm not going to do your laundry.