He's not surprised the Doctor picked up on the fact that he's military; his demeanor practically screams it, even when he's calm, and he's not exactly trying to hide it right now.
His tone brightens in reply, a little too bright - it's not the Commanding Officer voice, but it's still clearly one that expects obedience. It's his Dealing With Assholes voice. It's his Negotiating With Red Team voice. It's almost like he's handled this bullshit before. "You're right! I'm just the asshole who's trying to keep this from blowing up in your face." The brightness drops a bit. "So pick a fucking booth and get going." He's still not taking no for an answer.
Before the door to the training gym shuts, a large grey Norwegian Forest cat slips out and comes to a stop by Wash's ankles, watching the exchange. She totally wasn't hiding because the sonic hurt her ears and the loud noise spooked her. Perish the thought.
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His tone brightens in reply, a little too bright - it's not the Commanding Officer voice, but it's still clearly one that expects obedience. It's his Dealing With Assholes voice. It's his Negotiating With Red Team voice. It's almost like he's handled this bullshit before. "You're right! I'm just the asshole who's trying to keep this from blowing up in your face." The brightness drops a bit. "So pick a fucking booth and get going." He's still not taking no for an answer.
Before the door to the training gym shuts, a large grey Norwegian Forest cat slips out and comes to a stop by Wash's ankles, watching the exchange. She totally wasn't hiding because the sonic hurt her ears and the loud noise spooked her. Perish the thought.