And we don't care just who you know

[biotically]

WHO: Kaidan Alenko and Danger
WHERE: The military Base
WHEN: Tuesday Afternoon
WHAT: gently canadians at
WARNINGS:none planned


The odd thing, about making friends with other imports, on the military base, was that imports were odd. Odder than normal people -- they had things happening, outside of work, that nobody could account for. He didn't know what it was, about the imports, about the people that he was supposed to be a part of, but he was sure that there was something weird about all of them. About the way that they interacted with each other, about making friendships, and then barely realizing what had happened, when someone stopped coming to work, before things were back to "normal" again. It wasn't right, of course, a new way to handle things that weren't supposed to be like that -- fighting the laws of nature.

Danger had disappeared, for days. Not been at work, and while they weren't close, they were friends as she's put it and that was disconcerting, when she'd vanished, only to come back later in a poor, foul mood. Beyond what he'd expected for someone to come back from a vacation acting like. Then again, they were imports, weren't they? Hadn't people just been kidnapped? Weird things happened all the time, and it made him worried, more for Danger, than anything else. Oh, he knew she could take care of herself, but...

Well, when he jogged up to her, calling her name, it was because he was worried. "Hey, Danger, haven't seen you in a while," he offered, hedging into the subject gently. Something had to have happened.

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[heartlessglitch]

Work was at once comforting in its rituals and a frustrating reminder of how inferior her human body was it came to certain tasks. Doing things manually-- being disconnected like this-- was something she would never really become accustomed to. Her mechanical mind was used to functioning on multiple levels at once, processing inputs from a million networks in the background while she interfaced with the real world. But this flesh-and-bone container only saw through its eyes and ears, those unwieldy and limited organs situated on various parts of her face.

Everything took a hundred times longer to complete. As Kaidan approached her, she had her nose buried in a thick file, walking and reading at the same time in an attempt to force her human brain to multitask as efficiently as possible. She was exhausted. Distracted. Constantly thinking about Abel Gideon and how she would ultimately deal with the man. Between all these thoughts and the papers she was glancing over, in an uncharacteristic show of inattentiveness, she didn't even notice Kaidan until the man was at her side, speaking her name.

She lifted her head, eyes faintly narrowed before recognition settled in.

"...I have been preoccupied," she replied curtly after a beat. Another pause then, before she added in a consciously less clipped tone, "I hope my absence has not inconvenienced you, Major."

[biotically]

"No, no," he offered, falling into step next to her. She didn't look well, or at least, she looked off. He knew when someone looked tired -- too many years of having to run jumps on only an hour of sleep before long hours of combat -- and then back to file reports, only to do it the next day -- it took a toll on marines, and it looked like it took at toll on Danger, too. He tried to look for signs of sleep deprivation, the kind of thing that would mean someone needed some time off, if just to make sure that they could come back on their game again. He didn't, however, think she would appreciate him pointing it out, would she?

She seemed the type more frustrated by her physical limitations than accepting of them. Not that he could blame her, of course. Most people didn't want to be held back by what they could, or couldn't do. He leaned over, to give her a reassuring smile. "Promise, but I was worried. Unannounced absences don't really seem your style, you know? I figured something happened, but --"

He shook his head. "Sorry, none of my business. I don't mean to pry," he admitted, even though he really was prying, and he knew that. No pressure, Danger!