There was tension in her body. The shift of her shoulders and the stiffening of her legs gave away battle readiness. It was to be expected,  given her obvious position as some kind of enforcer. Kaldeio felt that she was somewhat distracted by his body, despite her focus on his eyes. Social convention, even this far from civilization. Inside a flicker of the light, when there was darkness, he repositioned himself to make his limb more prominent, and his shoulders square, to see if that would affect the soldier.<br/><br/>His story drew empathy out of her, and Kaldeio settled, reassured, from that. Lying was always a gamble with a new face and voice, but he supposed the parts of the Risk Theorist that remained were indeed scattered and lost. In a way he'd given her a real answer. It bought him proximity. The other male and his outburst did not affect her while the silver coins lodge in Kaldeio's head had her attention. She didn't know that perhaps Max had the right idea.<br/><br/>She took a defensive position for him, and that excited the stranger in Kaldeio's blood. He looked at Max over her shoulder. The voice was empty when it echoed her words as though sampling them a second time. "Don't be stupid." It worked toward cementing her meaning, and forced the posturing geologist to lower his firearm. Kaldeio brushed her shoulder, and she'd be able to feel his heat through her uniform, somehow. Max didn't like that one bit, but left them with a tsk. She still had authority in situations like these.<br/><br/>The nude survivor had killed what little distance was between them when she turned, his spine curved in such a way that he'd lowered his head to the level of hers. Pale, impossibly perfect features studied her, the molten silver pulsing once, as though the color was actually liquid threads gripping the iris muscles of Kaldeio's real eyes. "Assholes." he said with hot breath to contradict his current unwrapped state. His bareness didn't seem to bother him in the slightest.<br/><br/>He took in her shape when she folded to get him the uniform. He put it on quickly and rolled a shoulder to test its fit. These things were made close to the body, and the shoulders were abit small while the waist was a bit generous. It might strike someone as strange, given it was his specific uniform. "It doesn't feel difficult." he answered her and moved close when she started walking. In this desolate chamber, it felt as though they were alone on this planet, the addled lamp providing moonlight and solid night between its blinks. His legs remembered the sickbay, but he didn't mind her lead.<br/><br/>"You are safe, also." he said, which was an odd answer, but if she looked back at him and his eternal eyes, she would see he didn't falter in his assurance. Kaldeio moved with the confidence of a grown man walking around in a quiet funhouse, like nothing could hurt him, and that there might be entertainment around every corner. The terrain didn't bother his naked feet. He followed close to her, and if she cared to notice, she would see that he was staring at her intently now and then while perfectly maintaining their course.<br/><br/>His skin looked more at home when he sat down on the bed. In this medical environment, sterile still, and full of amenities, his stainless perfection didn't stand out as much. His attention followed her rifle as she put it down, and he was lost to the details of the weapon until she roused him back with her plans. Kaldeio nodded. "I like cake." he said. His posture melted somewhat, becoming more inviting as he pulled at the sleeve of his arm until it ripped from the uniform to uncover the lengthy extremity underneath. He held it up, wrist to the lit up ceiling.<br/><br/>When she attended to the arm the veins would rise from the flesh, eager to be tapped. It was a reflex that had never existed in the sapien race. Kaldeio smiled as though it was a party trick and watched the needle falter a few times, skidding over the blue line of her choosing before she was able to puncture the rich tunnel and extract the answers into the ready cylinder. As soon as she had her fill of his life and took back the needle, he hissed - likely a nicked nerve - and accidentally swiped her hand in such a way that she might drop the ruby treasure to crash on the floor.<br/><br/>Silver threads similar to what inhabited his eyes flitted inside the red, spilled liquid before they stilled. Kaldeio shrugged with an apology and then stood. She was at odds with this crew. He would profit from that. "I remember feeling out of place here." He looked around and, and started walking, away from the erratic red puddle and the bed, running his fingers over the surfaces of machines. "I don't know why, but I felt violent toward the end. Like they were in my way."<br/><br/>He stood by the control panel of the medical pod, and it awoke with blue light for his fingers. "Do you feel that way, Zara?" he asked the screen. "We're here to expand into the universe, but you're littered with weapons." He smiled to himself, she could see it from the side. "You saved me but you're equipped to kill me." Why did his expression boarder on excitement? "Isn't that a contradiction?" The panel died when he moved from it. He towered over her, the swells of his inhales almost touching her chin if she looked up at him. Did it draw her to remember his nude form? "Do you feel like a contradiction, Zara?"