[And this time he does laugh, short and quick, though it's less the immaturity of the comment that gets him as the implication that he's a guest and something anyone would want to look at in a way that constitutes perving. Although, to his mind, there'd be perversion in such an act, the same way a person who derives sexual enjoyment from inanimate objects like walls or buildings would seem strange and perverse to the majority of the populace. Just another indicator of the way he's been trained to see himself, less than human. Cut loose from human needs.
But he'll politely wait until she's exited her quarters before reemerging, pulling on the clothes she's left out for him (the jogging bottoms a little loose around the hips, slung low on his waist because of it, the pattern both appealing to him and somehow ridiculous when worn by a bioweapon, the shirt only pulling slightly across the hard length of his shoulders). There's something vaguely discomforting in wearing her clothes, as though he's doing something he shouldn't, but she'd 'insisted' on it, and as such he tries to let that small thread of unease go. There's still something satisfying in having the clean material close to his skin (softer than anything he's accustomed to wearing), and he doesn't bother to pull on his Company issue boots when he heads out to find her, though he unholsters both pistols and slips them inside said footwear, carries them loose in one hand as he moves barefoot through the ship.
When she looks, later, she'll find the towel neatly hung, the room clean, his bloodied uniform (folded) the only evidence that he'd been there.
He finds her, remains a few paces back. Not wanting to intrude.]
How long until we can expect the cavalry to arrive?
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But he'll politely wait until she's exited her quarters before reemerging, pulling on the clothes she's left out for him (the jogging bottoms a little loose around the hips, slung low on his waist because of it, the pattern both appealing to him and somehow ridiculous when worn by a bioweapon, the shirt only pulling slightly across the hard length of his shoulders). There's something vaguely discomforting in wearing her clothes, as though he's doing something he shouldn't, but she'd 'insisted' on it, and as such he tries to let that small thread of unease go. There's still something satisfying in having the clean material close to his skin (softer than anything he's accustomed to wearing), and he doesn't bother to pull on his Company issue boots when he heads out to find her, though he unholsters both pistols and slips them inside said footwear, carries them loose in one hand as he moves barefoot through the ship.
When she looks, later, she'll find the towel neatly hung, the room clean, his bloodied uniform (folded) the only evidence that he'd been there.
He finds her, remains a few paces back. Not wanting to intrude.]
How long until we can expect the cavalry to arrive?