02-04-2015, 12:00 PM
At times like these, Michael was just like any other man. The frost about his demeanor thawed enough to make Torri lower her guard. She'd seen snippets of the same caring man rarely in DV, but just enough to remind her that he was more than a walking nuclear bomb.
A shrug and she leaned heavily on the doorframe, studying him. "I learned much. Primarily that I have no idea what I'm doing in all this. I was unaware you had asked that of him. I'm sorry. I did not know it would endanger the others. Does that mean you can sense him? Can you all sense each other?"
She rubbed her eyes as he answered, the pressure briefly flashing red across her field of vision.
"It's 0230."
She said as she pulled up a map of the Facility from a wall-panel. With it, she indicated the room he could utilize. The directions were plain. He should be able to find it without trouble, especially since his name would display on the panel outside the door. She considered telling him that it was like sleeping in a giant BioCol, that those ceramic plated walls were covered in sensors rather than padded with foam. When she looked back at him, it was easy to picture him asleep, dormant. Like a disarmed weapon.
"There's nothing else to know about the arrangements. Sleep well."
Her smile was tight, but the lie came smoothly, if not without doubt.
A shrug and she leaned heavily on the doorframe, studying him. "I learned much. Primarily that I have no idea what I'm doing in all this. I was unaware you had asked that of him. I'm sorry. I did not know it would endanger the others. Does that mean you can sense him? Can you all sense each other?"
She rubbed her eyes as he answered, the pressure briefly flashing red across her field of vision.
"It's 0230."
She said as she pulled up a map of the Facility from a wall-panel. With it, she indicated the room he could utilize. The directions were plain. He should be able to find it without trouble, especially since his name would display on the panel outside the door. She considered telling him that it was like sleeping in a giant BioCol, that those ceramic plated walls were covered in sensors rather than padded with foam. When she looked back at him, it was easy to picture him asleep, dormant. Like a disarmed weapon.
"There's nothing else to know about the arrangements. Sleep well."
Her smile was tight, but the lie came smoothly, if not without doubt.