She sighed, coming over to the couch and sitting next to him, resting her head on his shoulder. * * * He gave her a small smile before shrugging on his jacket. "You ready?" * * * She still see3med troubled, pacing back and forth. * * * He followed her, looking over his shoulder worriedly.
He put an arm around her, relaxing. *** She loaded her weapon and holstered it. "Yeah. Let's go." *** He sighed with a frown, going back to work. *** They got to her room and she went inside, sealing the door behind them.
"What did it look like?" she asked quietly, looking up at him. * * * He headed down the hallway, looking around warily. * * * She went over to the intercom, twisting a dial to make sure of the frequency. * * * He was still looking around nervously, his brow furrowed.
"A slug," he teased. "A muddy slug." *** She was beside him, watching as well. *** He looked up again. "Wait a little." *** She looked back. "I think we're okay."
She brightened a little, her nose wrinkling in playful disgust. "Ew!" * * * "Did you happen to hear how big it was?" * * * She glanced back at him for a moment, her brows furrowed before she turned back to the intercom. "I should be out there." * * * "I think so. God knows this place is immaculate; we'd notice it immediately."
He grinned, leaning back. "And it was fast." *** "I think it was small. Like a slug." *** He got up, coming over. "Derek and Amira are taking care of it." *** She nodded, crossing her arms. "Unless it got on you."
“I don’t like that,” she complained, snuggling up next to him contentedly. *** “That’s so weird. Why did we think this was a good thing to have onboard?” *** For a moment, it seemed like she might not have heard her. She turned back to look at him, a frown on her lips. “What makes you so sure?” *** “Am I that muddy?”
"No, that's fair," he said, petting Digit. *** "Another one of Basel's animals, I assume." *** He crossed his arms. "What do you mean? That's what they do." *** She laughed, sitting on the edge of her bed. "No. But you never know."
Digit seemed uncomfortable, but he rubbed his head against Basel's hand, looking a little concerned. He croaked at Basel, tilting his head. * * * "It seems like a bad idea to keep doing that. Where did they say they dropped it again?" * * * "Well, yes," she replied, running her fingers through her hair. "But what if something happened? Why haven't they reported anything in yet?" * * * He extended his arms and moved in a circle. "Anything?"
He stuck his tongue out. *** "Right next to Trevor's pod. Basel dropped the glass." *** "Maybe because they're still looking?" *** She squinted as she observed before standing straight. "Nope. I think you're good."
This did not seem to soothe him and he hopped down from the couch, pacing back and forth. * * * "That doesn't seem like him," Derek muttered. "Come on, let's go." * * * "They still should be sending in status checks, though." * * * "Not going to die. Great."
Basel frowned. "What's up with him?" *** She nodded, starting towards the cargo hold. *** "They only just started patrolling." *** "We don't know what it does."
Anya looked concerned. “I don’t know.” *** The glass was in shatters by the door, leaving remains everywhere. *** She pursed her lips. *** “Good point. Maybe it can kill us with its mind!”
He frowned, leaning in. "What's wrong, Dig?" *** She looked around warily. "I don't see anything.." *** "I think you just need to be patient." *** "Or... not at all?"
He did another of his croak-meows, his tail twitching anxiously. Anya stood, going over to him and picking him up, her back to Basel for a moment. "What is the problem?" she murmured quietly. * * * He squinted, looking over his shoulder for a moment. "Me either. We should try to get the lights on completely." * * * "I am patient." * * * "You're an optimist."
Basel stared down at Digit, his eyes sharp as Anya had her back turned. *** She nodded, going over to flip on the switches. *** He raised an eyebrow. "You're not being patient." *** She shrugged. "Maybe."
She turned towards him, her eyes concerned. “He’s upset.” *** Derek stood warily, watching her back. *** “I’m thinking about my crew.” *** “This is manageable, right?”
His expression softened. "Why?" *** She flicked them on, looking back at him. *** "I know," he said. "You're overthinking." *** She nodded, sitting on the edge of the bed. "We'll be fine."
"I am uncertain," she replied, coming over to him again. "Maybe he doesn't like being trapped." * * * He was looking around before looking at her. "Okay. A full sweep, then?" * * * She glared at him pointedly. "This is not overthinking." * * * He looked around, leaning against the wall. "You keep a tidy room."
He nodded slowly, leaning back. "Maybe." *** "Yeah," she agreed. "Let's check in with the captain." *** He only frowned. *** "Thanks. It's become a habit."
