[Medic shrugs, which is the universal sign for 'yes, but like, I wan't to be ambiguous about it.']
Ja. We've been this way for generations. It's in our blood.
[He pauses, realizing that might be a bit misleading, and clarifies.]
I mean that literally, by the way. It's not just a cute metaphor for nature over nurture.
B
[Medic is totally undeterred by Engie's lack of enthusiasm - assuming he even notices it. He's too busy throwing open the door of his makeshift infirmary and dragging Engie through the threshold in an excited flurry of movement to really pay too much attention to the nuances of his tone. (Not that there was really anything subtle about it in the first place, but still.)]
[The first thing Engineer will notice once Medic lets him go and steps out from in front of him is that the place is a mess. Not in the traditional sense that nothing is put away where it should be - it's actually quite well organized despite being put together on short notice - but in the sense that there sure is a whole lot of blood on the floor.]
[Like, wow. It. It really cannot be overstated how much this place looks like a re-purposed slaughterhouse. Not that medic seems to mind - he looks for all the world like a kid in a candy store.]
[Once he lets go of Engie, he makes a b-line straight for his work bench, upon which sits various notes, schematics, instruments - and most importantly of all, a box. A long, metal box with an eerie yellow light glowing from inside its center.]
[Rather than pick it up by the handle, Medic takes hold of it with both hands - carefully, almost reverently - and holds it out for Engie to see.]
Would you like to know what it does?
[He asks, as though that weren't the entire reason Engie allowed himself to be dragged here in the first place.
no subject
[Medic shrugs, which is the universal sign for 'yes, but like, I wan't to be ambiguous about it.']
Ja. We've been this way for generations. It's in our blood.
[He pauses, realizing that might be a bit misleading, and clarifies.]
I mean that literally, by the way. It's not just a cute metaphor for nature over nurture.
B
[Medic is totally undeterred by Engie's lack of enthusiasm - assuming he even notices it. He's too busy throwing open the door of his makeshift infirmary and dragging Engie through the threshold in an excited flurry of movement to really pay too much attention to the nuances of his tone. (Not that there was really anything subtle about it in the first place, but still.)]
[The first thing Engineer will notice once Medic lets him go and steps out from in front of him is that the place is a mess. Not in the traditional sense that nothing is put away where it should be - it's actually quite well organized despite being put together on short notice - but in the sense that there sure is a whole lot of blood on the floor.]
[Like, wow. It. It really cannot be overstated how much this place looks like a re-purposed slaughterhouse. Not that medic seems to mind - he looks for all the world like a kid in a candy store.]
[Once he lets go of Engie, he makes a b-line straight for his work bench, upon which sits various notes, schematics, instruments - and most importantly of all, a box. A long, metal box with an eerie yellow light glowing from inside its center.]
[Rather than pick it up by the handle, Medic takes hold of it with both hands - carefully, almost reverently - and holds it out for Engie to see.]
Would you like to know what it does?
[He asks, as though that weren't the entire reason Engie allowed himself to be dragged here in the first place.