Anjali was more fully awake and more fully aware by now. Keeping this up was going to become more difficult. If he wanted answers, he need to give a few first. Anjali was not likely to give up too much more. Not until she felt more secure anyhow. It would require a few half truths.<br/><br/>"I'm not a colony soldier, and I've never met Elder Srinivasan. I imagine Elders are very busy men. There was a malfunction with your pod. It...opened before I was ready for it to. There was some sort of accident aboard your vessel. I'm not privy to those details. So, presently we're on a necessary detour. I, am simply trying to facilitate a smooth transition. The last things you remember are important. If your pod was damaged, it is possible that you were as well. I am generally concerned for your safety my lady." Dwayne explained.<br/><br/>Half truths, but no overt lies. The short years he'd served in the Coalition core worlds had taught him a certain etiquette. Dwayne knew how to talk to high society types. He had felt filthy the entire time. The first opportunity he had to transfer into a black ops unit, he'd taken it. There were useful skills to be taken away from that experience too. Like how to lie properly. Half truths were whole lies, but they didn't trigger the tell tell signs that humans manifested subconsciously when they lied outright. The suspicion on Anjali face was clear. It'd only take one questionable point shatter this whole thing. Dwayne was in thin ice as it were.<br/><br/>"Going into this endeavor, the information I had was minimal. I'm not a man of science. The intricate workings of stasis and reanimation are lost on me I'm afraid. Nothing happened during your reanimation that a little water and elbow grease can't fix. My behavior was...crude. Please understand that when tasks are assigned, employers are not always forthright with men such as I. Curious though, cyro-stasis usually requires a chemical element to be involved. But your pod is devoid of any such thing. Advanced technology indeed." Dwayne complimented.<br/><br/><i>I sound like an Earthborne lap dog...<br/>
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"</i>What? No. You are no prisoner here. Protocol demands that the biological contaminant you...expelled...contains no pathogens as it is yet unidentified. We've never seen anything like it, or your pod before."<br/><br/>The inner airlock door opened.<br/><br/><i>Finally.</i><br/><br/>"Biological material remains unidentified. No known pathogens or hazards are present in the airlock." Bianca advised.<br/><br/>Dwayne put his soiled hand up to the omniplex as if to steady himself. He was sure to smear said bio hazard across it a little as he broke the seals of his EVA suit and stepped out of it. He drew himself up to his full height and stretched as he touched the top of his head. His blonde hair was short but longer than he cared for it to be. He wore dark pants and boots. A red shirt with multipocketed spacer's vest over it. Anjali looked unsteady. Dwayne took a single step forward and reached out toward her but stopped short. Servants were supposed to be unwilling to touch their betters unless beckoned to do so. He' need to play this part only for a little while longer. Long enough to figure out a way let her down as gently as possible.<br/><br/>Present? Gift? She didn't need spell out the fine details for him. Dwayne had his own imagination. They were different sides of the same coin. Some Coalition genius had cooked Dwayne up in a lab on one of the Core Worlds. Genetically suited for aggression, athletics, physical and mental endurance. He held no illusions of perfection. Dwayne wasn't a perfect soldier. But he was as close a physical specimen as modern science could bring him. He had strong enough suspicion, form what he know of the verge and of way she referred to her self, that Anjali was the same or similar, only engineered for a different purpose. Pleasure or breeding; the latter insured the former. Either way, someone intended her to be their fuck puppet.<br/><br/>Dwayne could never bring himself to blame a man for having desires. He could blame a man for his actions though, but he probably should not have. Even he had enjoyed the occasional whore now and again. Spending weeks at a time salvaging in the void. Before he liberated Bianca the physician had recommended<i>positive human contact</i>. A woman in his bed seemed the next logical step. It was much like self medicating; a bad idea. But he'd done it regardless and likely would again.<br/><br/><i>You haven't eaten in three hundred years lady.</i><br/><br/>"Accommodations here are meager. We have water, nutrients, electrolytes and a fabricator. It may not suit your pallet, but it will sustain you. Come." Dwayne offered.