035 웃 VOICE

[secretasshole]

Mira Hidalgo is in a coma.

[David doesn't sound crushed, or sad, really. Pensive, maybe.

He is a little bummed, though. He knew he wouldn't be an especially good warden, but it has been slightly frustrating to realize how little he's able to actually accomplish here. He likes Mira, but he has been wondering if she might benefit from someone else.

Someone who actually understands what it's like to be human.]

I will continue to monitor her in the hopes she wakes up.

[It kind of sounds like he's not especially interested in adding anything else, but apparently he decides better of it.]

It is highly inadvisable to go wakeboarding off the back of the ship.

[JUST SAYING, Chris what are you.]

Comments

[routemistress]

...Oh no.

Are you putting 'er in the infirmary?

[secretasshole]

I thought she might be more comfortable in her room.

[routemistress]

Agreed.

Would you let me in now and again? I want 'er to wake up and know immediately she were missed. That she's loved and not forgotten.

[secretasshole]

That can be arranged.

[routemistress]

[She smiles, the luminously brilliant version of Iris' smile that happens when she really means it as opposed to just random friendliness or amusement.]

Thank you, David. I 'ave to admit it's at least partly for my own comfort, but I also reckon it'll matter to Mira.

[secretasshole]

[David doesn't smile back - which is probably for the best, considering his smile pretty much always looks false, or like he's going to take a bite out of you even when he's not - but he doesn't look irritated or angry, either.

Just kind of weird and pensive and flat.]

You're welcome.