It was stupid, really, and so uncharacteristic for Rodney to discuss such trivial topics in a situation that had far worse problems on so many levels.
Personal feelings and interests had to be discarded in the face of a universal war. The enemy was real and had already invaded the allied front's domains. Mere relationships and love talk had to take the backseats to allow cooler minds to discuss battle arrangements and more.
Rodney was also in the sky, and his brief inspection had been unable to tell him how high he was. He could sort of fly, or hover, but getting back to the surface from such altitudes required plans nonetheless.
Ultimately, a monster Rodney couldn't hope to oppose was holding him, looking right through him, leaving him naked and powerless, exposed and trapped in that unbreakable grip.
