She isn't eavesdropping. Not really. She has enough going through her mind as it is, and she's concentrating as best she can on the files she's pulling up, looking for anything that might be helpful.
But she can't help but overhear. Her ears are practically burning.
She tips her head in the direction of the bathroom, listening to the anger and disgust in Jack's voice, imagining the kind of things Hastings is saying on the other line. She doesn't turn back to the computer screen until he's disconnected, and come back out into the room.
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Date: 2010-02-23 06:09 am (UTC)But she can't help but overhear. Her ears are practically burning.
She tips her head in the direction of the bathroom, listening to the anger and disgust in Jack's voice, imagining the kind of things Hastings is saying on the other line. She doesn't turn back to the computer screen until he's disconnected, and come back out into the room.
"You didn't have to do that, Jack," she murmurs.