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Zoe's settled near the fire, one hand resting on her belly while the other cradles a cup of tea.

She's looking slightly out of sorts. This hasn't been a fun week, pregnancy-wise. Nothing so terrible in and of itself, but all in all, the whole thing is losing its charm. And there are still several months to go.

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Zoe nods casually. "You're ahead of a lot of folk I've met, then."

"I'm not at all certain of that, Miss Zoe, but I'll thank you for the compliment just the same," he responds cordially.

Zoe looks at him quietly for a moment, then leans forward a bit.

"Mr. Tam, I don't mean any offense if this comes across as blunt, but I for one'll feel easier in this conversation if I know where I'm standin'. So would you mind my askin' just what your interest here is, aside from your children?"

He looks back at her with a direct gaze.

"Do you mean my interest in the crew, or the fact that I'm asking questions about your style of life?"

Zoe shrugs, meeting his gaze. "Either. Both, if they're connected."

There's a silence that stretches for several seconds.

"You're aware of what I'm planning to do, I presume?"

Zoe nods. "I've heard."

Her tone is neutral; she's still not sure what she makes of the idea. It's a bold move, certainly--but there's bold, and there's stupid-bold.

"That's why. A large part of it, at least," he tells her quietly.

"What happened at Miranda can't be allowed to happen again. The system we have isn't working."

"Whatever we make of the Alliance needs to include everyone, Core and Rim, and not just those who are clearly willing to write off border planets as collateral damage."

Zoe's eyebrows go up a little.

"I could've told the system wasn't workin' a long time before Miranda, Mr. Tam. Glad t' hear you say it, all the same."

She smiles a bit crookedly. "'Course, can't say I want any more inclusion in your Alliance than I can't avoid, myself."

"I'm sure you're not the only one who feels that way, Mrs. Warren." Gabriel offers her a smile that's thin and somehow dryly amused. "I don't expect miracles overnight."

"But in time..." He trails off with a shrug. "Well, we'll see, now won't we?"

"Suppose we will," Zoe agrees, "but...it ain't like I stopped trustin' or likin' the Alliance when we found out about Miranda. So nothin' personal, but sayin' you seem like a better option than the Alliance as it is..."

"... well, at least it's a start," he finishes wryly. "We all have to start somewhere."

"Even in political reform."

"Suppose we do."

Zoe shrugs, with a wry look of her own.

"Dubiqui, Mr. Tam. I've just never been much of a fan of politics or politicians, even when they seem honestly well-meanin'."

The people on Miranda meant well, after all. That's one of the parts of the broadcast that burnt itself into Zoe's mind most clearly--the sincerity in the woman's voice when she says we meant it for the best.

"You're hardly alone, I'd think," Gabriel replies. "But be that as it may... there's still a need."

"Some need, yeah. But generally, I think people're better at governin' themselves than their governments give 'em credit for."

"In this case, it's not the people who need the governing so much as the government itself."

Another wry smile. "Not gonna argue with you there."

Reserve doubt about whether the people who end up governing the government will be any better, yes.

"I certainly appreciate that," he says dryly, smiling back.

It's neutral enough ground, and valued as such.

Zoe's still got her doubts about Gabriel Tam's campaigning plans.

But she's maybe willing to hope for the best, rather than simply expect the worst.

It's a start.

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