John looks at her for a long moment, then shakes her hand.
“Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard. But you can call me John.”
There’s a smirk. It’s polite, but also amused. Most people would be pretty mad about getting killed in such a realistic dream, or terrified, maybe. For a second there’s a smidgen of guilt but he buries it away. Nobody got hurt. She’s fine.
He glances at the spot where he’d made the killing shot.
“I have to admit, you really gave me a run for my money back there.”
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John looks at her for a long moment, then shakes her hand.
“Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard. But you can call me John.”
There’s a smirk. It’s polite, but also amused. Most people would be pretty mad about getting killed in such a realistic dream, or terrified, maybe. For a second there’s a smidgen of guilt but he buries it away. Nobody got hurt. She’s fine.
He glances at the spot where he’d made the killing shot.
“I have to admit, you really gave me a run for my money back there.”