[No sarcasm meant. That's legitimate surprise, the kind of "huh" he reserved for genuine fascination. Now that they were getting into it, the merc pulls himself up on the counter nearby. Might as well pop a squat for this.]
I thought you just figured that out on your own.
[The gene-splicing and cross-species organ transplant, he meant. He always assumed that it was a recent discovery, not a tradition. Then again, it's not like he had much experience in the way of baboon hearts and the like until he got this job.
As for the war... welp. Engineer does the same.]
... Yeah. Wars got a way of doin' something.
[Whatever the "something" was, he'd let Medic get into it. But he could take an educated guess.]
B.
[Better Engie see it first before the rest of the crew, then. He briefly looks down, contemplating for half-a-second whether he wants to walk in blood. Screw it. He crosses the room.
Being an engineer, naturally, he glances at Medic's schematics too. He doesn't understand the notes (German? Chickenscratch? Both??), so he's still a long ways from discerning what the hell was happening beyond the drawings - but hell. He's impressed. Better to watch this in person, though, so he only spares a moment of a look before he focuses on the box itself.
Engineer is pretty sure knows where this is going. You'd think a man who butchered himself for the hell of it wouldn't feel his stomach drop at something like this.
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Huh.
[No sarcasm meant. That's legitimate surprise, the kind of "huh" he reserved for genuine fascination. Now that they were getting into it, the merc pulls himself up on the counter nearby. Might as well pop a squat for this.]
I thought you just figured that out on your own.
[The gene-splicing and cross-species organ transplant, he meant. He always assumed that it was a recent discovery, not a tradition. Then again, it's not like he had much experience in the way of baboon hearts and the like until he got this job.
As for the war... welp. Engineer does the same.]
... Yeah. Wars got a way of doin' something.
[Whatever the "something" was, he'd let Medic get into it. But he could take an educated guess.]
B.
[Better Engie see it first before the rest of the crew, then. He briefly looks down, contemplating for half-a-second whether he wants to walk in blood. Screw it. He crosses the room.
Being an engineer, naturally, he glances at Medic's schematics too. He doesn't understand the notes (German? Chickenscratch? Both??), so he's still a long ways from discerning what the hell was happening beyond the drawings - but hell. He's impressed. Better to watch this in person, though, so he only spares a moment of a look before he focuses on the box itself.
Engineer is pretty sure knows where this is going. You'd think a man who butchered himself for the hell of it wouldn't feel his stomach drop at something like this.
But hell if he didn't want to know.]
Alright. Shoot.