Never hit a girl(Anna)

[~ ADMIN]

Anna let slip a resounding snort. "And you didn't ask for it," she shot back, raising an eyebrow at him in an equally sarcastic manner. She had reviewed her situation and seen a way to gain an advantage, crushing his manhood had been the way to get there.
For a brief moment there, something that she could only assume was the Gordon underneath the bravado slipped through, but was gone again in the blink of an eye.
"Baby boy," she shook her head, "not that it's any of your business, but we're going to stay with Ben's sister in Canada for the holidays. The only sunbathing we'll be doing is in thick over coats and snow boots."
"How about you? Seeing as I won't be here to force your nose to the grindstone."

[Gordon McFadden]

The question made Gordon a bit uncomfortable: to be honest, there was nothing he had planned. And since he still wasn't comfortable with most of the crew...he wasn't going to be doing very much with anyone. He still had feelings of doubt of whether or not these people were sincere, whether or not they really wanted him here. He had been an enslaved agent of mass genocide; why would they want him around? Only to be used, to act as a tool. But that's not what he was told! He was told he was going to be free! Free of murdering others, free of not dealing with the pressures of having to wake up the next morning to realize that you took another life. But none of that has happened...none of it. It was all lies to begin with.
"I'll think of something." Gordon managed to give Anna a half-hearted smile before walking to the training room exit. He stopped for a moment, as if he wanted to tell her something, comment on a bond that must have been forged in the combat they had engaged in. And yet he wouldn't. He couldn't. All he mustered was:
"Stay warm."

He left.