"Cool! And hey, this time you brought that pot roast of misery to the table," he points out brightly, "So no getting mad at me for asking him questions about it this time, capeesh?"
"Okay, uh, Elias? You're giving me a whole lotta lines and no calls. Should we...?" He points one hand at himself, the other at Elias and gestures between them both. "Take this inside, set up a directory of questions I'm good to ask? Otherwise I'm gonna have to take the you approach and just start stalking for answers."
The answer 'just don't speak to him at all' though true would... probably not give the best impression.
He takes yet another breath.
"First, consider that Jonathan Sims is the man who murdered me. Then, try to imagine that I would like him to know as little about me as possible. I'd have thought that much would be obvious."
"Okay, buuuut... that's not the same Jon that's on the ship with us, right? There's some expanded universe bullcrap going on here."
He pauses for a moment. And then makes a rewind gesture with his hands. "Also can we roll back to how he only killed you because you literally ended the world real quick?"
"Neither of those points are relevant to my desire to not have my warden go about gossiping about me with others." There's no keeping the anger out of his voice now-- anger which he can tell himself is about not wanting to have the Archivist Know about his plans before he has time to put them in motion.
"Either you respect my wishes, or we'll have nothing else to speak about until I'm assigned a new warden."
"Hey-!" And Eiffel has the audacity to sound offended. "I am a communications officer. By definition, any information I put out is supposed to be there, it's not gossip." He folds his arms. "And besides, anything you do let me use our local Archives to find the answer for is one less question your next warden's gonna need to harass you about, you know?"
"Jon will approach every one of my wardens with as much information as he believes to be necessary. He's incapable of doing otherwise, so there's no need for concern on that point."
Eiffel doesn't try and stop him: he just flinches a little when the door gets firmly shut in his face.
"...ohhh-kayyy." That's more of an exhale as he claps his hands together, pressing his lips in a thin smile so he doesn't grimace instead. Then he raises his voice so Elias can still hear him:
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There's a brief pause where his smile is more of a rictus.
"Cool, so! I can go talk to Archie, then, no probs!"
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"He'll certainly be able to tell you just how a tête-à-tête between myself and his inmate would go."
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He really, really needs to find a way to end this conversation before he attempts violence on Eiffel again.
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He takes yet another breath.
"First, consider that Jonathan Sims is the man who murdered me. Then, try to imagine that I would like him to know as little about me as possible. I'd have thought that much would be obvious."
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He pauses for a moment. And then makes a rewind gesture with his hands. "Also can we roll back to how he only killed you because you literally ended the world real quick?"
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"Either you respect my wishes, or we'll have nothing else to speak about until I'm assigned a new warden."
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"Then perhaps he simply decided there was no use giving an idiot any useful information."
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"Yeah, well, this idiot is still the one in charge of you, so maybe try working with me on this?"
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It's that or punch him.
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"...ohhh-kayyy." That's more of an exhale as he claps his hands together, pressing his lips in a thin smile so he doesn't grimace instead. Then he raises his voice so Elias can still hear him:
"Same time tomorrow?"