<span style="color: #b30000">"Pills?"</span>Cal asked curiously before shrugging it off.<span style="color: #b30000">"Eh, no need to explain, sure I'll take care of it."</span><br/><br/>He stood up from where he had been reclining as he made his way to the door.<span style="color: #b30000"> "I'll be back in a minute or two. You seem well-situated enough, just don't go crawling in any vents by yourself. Not a pleasant experience even before I started setting traps."</span><br/><br/>With that last word and a casual wave he made his way back into the dark facility. As he wasn't guiding anyone else along he moved at a quicker pace through the building, but even at a swift walk in his armored boots he barely made a sound as he slipped through the facility. Enough unpleasant memories of hunting and being hunted in these halls and outside had made silent walking second nature to him.<br/><br/>There was conversation going in the facility hospital when he arrived. He entered with a knock at the door frame to announce himself as he glanced around. Rach was chatting with one of the arrivals he could only assume was the doctor the AI had mentioned, along with the entirassi and the dryadi that needed recovering and...the cyborg Cal had seen her tinkering with among her many other projects.<br/><br/>He had long since learned to stop asking her what she was doing.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"Don't mind me"</span>he said<span style="color: #b30000">"Just here for some pills."</span><br/><br/>He saw an unfamiliar pill bottle on the counter and, being familiar with the medical supplies they had, figured it was what she had asked for and swiped it up before leaving with a casual wave.<br/><br/><span style="color: #b30000">"We'll be in the Hearth if you need help with...whatever it is you're doing."</span><br/><br/>It was a fairly simple arrangement he had with the pipsquitch doc. She didn't tell him how and where to make traps, save for concocting something nasty to put in them. Cal in turn didn't question her experiments, so long as he got some assurance that her latest project wouldn't kill them all. Along with small talk and the occasional roll in the hay when the tension got to be too much, it was a simple but workable arrangement.<br/><br/>Still, his mind was much more one the human waiting for him than the pipsquitch behind him. Try as he might he couldn't help but imagine her out of that suit, and he figured on some extra time in his bunk tonight.<br/><br/>He returned to the Hearth shortly after, handing her the pills he'd retrieved.<span style="color: #b30000"> "Fresh from the doctor's office"</span>he said.<span style="color: #b30000">"How's getting the dusty old engines back online going?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>