"What do you mean, you can't? The day we met, you picked the lock with a frelling fork!" John hissed in horrified disbelief.
Aeryn shrugged, although he couldn't exactly see what she was doing, since they were bound back to back, in what John insisted on calling a paddywagon: what Aeryn knew was that it was large, square, black, and smelled like three years of stale urine.
"I don't see the point," she replied, with a hint of impatience; "D'Argo knows where we went and Chiana saw us get picked up--we'll be bailed out in less than an arn."
But the truth was that she had no hope of picking the binders on their hands: the day they'd met, she had guessed the administrative reset code to the prison cells once she'd used the fork to pry to cover off the terminal. He had been so impressed by her tech skills (as limited as they were: she was a Prowler Pilot, not a tech) that she had never felt the need to tell the truth about it.
"What's that phrase you have, something about hauled up a post?"
"No, no, hoist by your own petard," he said, and she could just imagine the way he was cocking his head in amusement. "Why do you ask?"
Farscape: Imposter Syndrome (John Crichton & Aeryn Sun)
Aeryn shrugged, although he couldn't exactly see what she was doing, since they were bound back to back, in what John insisted on calling a paddywagon: what Aeryn knew was that it was large, square, black, and smelled like three years of stale urine.
"I don't see the point," she replied, with a hint of impatience; "D'Argo knows where we went and Chiana saw us get picked up--we'll be bailed out in less than an arn."
But the truth was that she had no hope of picking the binders on their hands: the day they'd met, she had guessed the administrative reset code to the prison cells once she'd used the fork to pry to cover off the terminal. He had been so impressed by her tech skills (as limited as they were: she was a Prowler Pilot, not a tech) that she had never felt the need to tell the truth about it.
"What's that phrase you have, something about hauled up a post?"
"No, no, hoist by your own petard," he said, and she could just imagine the way he was cocking his head in amusement. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason..."