09-18-2015, 11:34 AM
Drake watched in interest as Miranda connected the tube to her food...processor and dutifully consumed the meal she had set before herself. The smuggler couldn't even fathom what perversion of prosthetics forced her to use such an unpleasant device, but he supposed the more important question was exactly how she had come to be in need of such heavy mechanical augmentation. It was perplexing to Drake to see someone so casual about their prostheses; when Drake had spent a short time sporting a synthetic right arm, it felt almost as though he got more stares that without the blasted piece of farmed protein fibers.
Of course, in the end, he hadn't exactly had a choice of whether to keep it or not. His job as an EMT was pretty abruptly ended when it was discovered that he was using his access to the hospital's clinic to smuggle drugs out onto the streets of Wing City. That job had been his only way of affording the expensive piece of organic hardware, so after he was sacked, it was removed rather forcibly. Turns out that just because someone owns a hospital, they aren't afraid to tear someone's limbs off. Then again, this was Wing City, arguably the most ridiculous place in the entire Multiverse.
Miranda caught Drake's stare with sharp eyes that held a simple, begrudging question. There was not necessarily any aggression behind the gaze, but it was a challenge nonetheless.
What're you looking at?
Drake offered a short sigh and rolled his eyes down to his own food, leaving the woman to her feeding in peace. Honestly, Drake wasn't repulsed by the scene in any fashion...it just increased his interest in Miranda's story. But it would have to wait for another time. When she tried to break the ice by asking if anyone had summoned anything, Drake simply uttered a harsh chuckle.
"Uhah...yeah. I'm not a Prime." he muttered, poking at the remains of his steak with no particular reason. This elicited a few surprised stares, which Drake decided to take as a compliment. Other than that, however, he didn't really have anything to offer to this conversation.
Of course, in the end, he hadn't exactly had a choice of whether to keep it or not. His job as an EMT was pretty abruptly ended when it was discovered that he was using his access to the hospital's clinic to smuggle drugs out onto the streets of Wing City. That job had been his only way of affording the expensive piece of organic hardware, so after he was sacked, it was removed rather forcibly. Turns out that just because someone owns a hospital, they aren't afraid to tear someone's limbs off. Then again, this was Wing City, arguably the most ridiculous place in the entire Multiverse.
Miranda caught Drake's stare with sharp eyes that held a simple, begrudging question. There was not necessarily any aggression behind the gaze, but it was a challenge nonetheless.
What're you looking at?
Drake offered a short sigh and rolled his eyes down to his own food, leaving the woman to her feeding in peace. Honestly, Drake wasn't repulsed by the scene in any fashion...it just increased his interest in Miranda's story. But it would have to wait for another time. When she tried to break the ice by asking if anyone had summoned anything, Drake simply uttered a harsh chuckle.
"Uhah...yeah. I'm not a Prime." he muttered, poking at the remains of his steak with no particular reason. This elicited a few surprised stares, which Drake decided to take as a compliment. Other than that, however, he didn't really have anything to offer to this conversation.
And, we dream of home I dream of life out of here Their dreams are small My dreams don't know fear I got my heart full of hope I will change everything No matter what I'm told How impossible it seems We did it before And we'll do it again We're indestructible Even when we're tired And we've been here before Just you and I
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued
Don't try to rescue me I don't need to be rescued