Who knows why but Allie enjoyed how he leaned closer and typed the website's address himself - this was so friendly, so casual. With others she felt very uncomfortable even a bit hurt if somebody took over the lead over her very personal computer, her only private room, but somehow Michael prooved to be an entirely different thing, therefore she didn't even mention him her only rule. Simply smiled and enjoyed the music while composing another, longer message she only let to be heard after the song ended.<br/><em>"Stuff was contaminated. Others who shared it died. I was in coma for three months. And my neural system suffered an extended damage. Parts that are responsible for speech and motion in the brain were harmed seriously. That's the story Doctor Knight."</em>Again the face with the tongue sticked out...<br/>But then a little joyful, dancing figure.<br/><em>"Your music is great. It has a tremendously large space... Freedom, I think... I'm happy you shared this with me. Thank you... Michael."</em>This was the first time she 'told' his name like this.<br/>Gathering strength she tried hard to lift her left hand again, the caller fixed to her palm, button under her middle finger. But it was for<em>him</em>now. Nothing about calling Francis. Though her hand dropped back onto the blanket soon, it got closer to his one - grimacing she returned to typing.<br/><em>"Bang. Then just imagine I patted your hand... You are a nice guy, Mikey. So nice that I dare to ask the favour of the century from you..."</em><br/>Of course, she kept a break, only to make the effect more intense, glancing at him and how curious his expression became...<br/><em>"I'm dying for another icecube!!!"</em>Smileys, one after the other.<br/>Allie really enjoyed she managed to play a little joke on the big big doctor and chose one more song from the same artist just like asking for his "forgiveness".<br/><br/>