Doctor Paris, I hardly think it matters whether I heard you or not-your absence
ah, the peace would have been noted eventually-and likely sooner rather than later. Barring a sudden transport away and complete failure of the alert system, I see no other reason you might leave unless it were to go home.
::lifts gaze from own console, examining nearby chronometer, then colleague::
Yes, please do leave. By this time of night, both your temper and countance begin showing wear. I, on the other hand, remain spry and amiable whatever the hour or need-
::glares...transport away and home are button pushing words still::
::inhales for restraint::
Magnus Hansen was beginning to stir earlier. I don't expect him to come to full consciousness before morning, but you might want to keep an eye open.
::withdraws head, then peers back in::
Whatever his mental state, for goodness sake, don't make it worse.
::feels for emitter by rote::
::pats it protectively, returning her look with an icy frown of own::
Hmmph.. Goodnight, Doctor.
::narrows eyes at that gesture...he can have his emitter::
::tugs sleeves, straightening and resuming exit::
::waits for sickbay doors to shut behind, quickly pulling tricorder out of pocket and checking readings...stable, but still, you never know with deassimilation...::
::half turns to go back in::
::rounds corner, scoping the situation out with relative easy...she's too predicatable::
You should give him a break. He might not require sleep, but there's more than one way to drain a person's energy. Besides...don't you have a husband waiting for you?
::clears sensor reach, turning::
I was going after I checked on...one...final...matter.
::offers own look of speculation:
Is something wrong?
::shudders inwardly...honestly, there's something wrong about that look of positively feral bliss she gets when the possibility of hypo time comes up...::
Um...no, no. Just taking a stroll.
I'll walk back with you if you like. We could...catch up, I guess.
That was so much easier when she was a kid and I was a kid and we were roughly the same size and age.
::lifts brows a little, attempting to interpret the not so carefully disguised reaction...and thin excuse::
You don't like sickbay, so where else were you planning to stroll, to the escape pods?
Oh, honestly, could you just let something go for once?
::stiffens defensively as the half-Ocampan folds her arms, look of interest deepening::
Believe me, it bears consideration sometimes.
You've actually considered running away? I thought you left that up to your fiance.
::bites lip...okay, the parenting advice sank in...mostly...but the diplomacy bit still isn't always gelling::
Don't repeat that. And I'll cook breakfast as a penance...what does he even like?
You people. It's no wonder he's such a mess.
::sighs, tapping foot::
I'm not sure. I think it depends on his mood. He's not picky, he's plain damned difficult.
...and I don't run away. It was a joke.
::glances around, just in case...that would mean a month full of breakfasts::
::bites tongue anyhow::
All right. So you weren't heading for the escape pods. Were you...please overlook my disbelief...coming to sickbay?
::folds own arms, countering companion's stare::
If I was, I don't see why it should matter to you. You're off duty. The Doctor is there. I can speak to him.
He's reprogrammable too.
::drops tones to a more persuasive, intimate tone::
But really, Harry's a log by now and do you really want to go through the EMH when you could have a living, breathing, caring friend assist?
...unless you've caught Chell's hypochondria. Then the Doctor can have you.
::weighs the odds...no, she's definitely not in a letting things go mood tonight::
I was just coming for an analgesic, something to help me sleep maybe. I'm not dying, I promise.
::glares...of all the unfair tactics::