Linn was about to strike back at the bastard, when Ambrose called them out to stop. Being the makeshift leader of sorts she didn’t want to get into trouble with him. Even though her blood was boiling at the way that asshole disregarded her completely and slipped through her subzero ice. There was no need for him to burn THAT hot. But that was OK. If he wanted an enemy, then he has one right here waiting for him to fail. Linn let the ice melt from her hand and flexed it giving Jack a smug smile knowing that his oil didn’t injure her one bit.
She scoffed at Jack’s question to Ambrose, “You know if you paid attention at the debriefing you would know right? What, to busy maintaining that massive ego to care?” Linn knew she was being spiteful and bitchy, but he decided to be an asshole towards her first and she was just returning the favor. Without waiting for an answer she turned away and reached down gathering her tablet from Nathan, “I know I know. I just can’t help it sometimes.” She was about to plop down onto her seat when she finally saw Magara standing in the back of the craft, rubbing her hands over her face she cursed quietly and got up and started for her.
She reached down and stroked Carl behind his ears before giving Mag a hug, “I’m really sorry.” She took her hand and guided her and Carl to sit next to Nathan, who’s emotions were in better control, artificially or not, than the rest of the on the plane and with a sigh sat down with them.