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Can we keep him?

Sitting in silence inside the infirmary, Tripp fiddles with his fingers as he sits on the patient's bed.
His head felt extremely fuzzy and couldn't recall what had happened.
He remembered getting at some low-life slave traders, but his mind went blank after that. Then when he came to, he was in a burlap sack being carried away back to the ship. Fedrick dumped him in the infirmary, followed by Kyle, who told the young man to stay and not move.
Apparently after his "fiasco" with the traders, the K-Force crew decided it was time to pack it up, or better yet, pack him up, and get going away from the port before things escalated.
He already made a mess of things with the android, now he went on attacking random people. There was no reason for him to stay now, or more trouble will happen.

Sighing softly, he glanced to the side to watch his new friend, Seslie. She was nice enough to join him in the infirmary back on the ship, instead of just leaving him be. Not that he'd blame her.
Despite not knowing her for long, her company was enjoyable. He felt as ease with her, which was strangely odd, he felt.

Seslie walks from the sink with a rag and sits at the foot of the bed across from him.
Extending her hands toward him, she smiled at him and softly suggests, "Give me your hands, I'll wash the blood off."

Hesitantly, Tripp obeyed slowly extends his hands, which was bound up with retraining cuffs.

"You definitely know how to make an entrance to somewhere, huh? Especially for one who doesn't go out much.", she asked, her smile slowly turning into a playful smirk.

Tripp smiles slightly in return and nods, "Yeah, I like to make noise. I'm sorry if I scared you, I don't know what came over me.."

She quickly shakes her head as she starts to wipe the blood off his hands, "Oh no, you didn't scare me.. Okay, that was a bit of a fib, but I'm not afraid of you. I've seen so many crazy stuff and all the different aliens around.
Plus you did live on a marooned moon for two years by yourself. If you get a little hairball, no one should blame you. The lightning was a.. bit of a surprise though. But don't fret over it, you didn't kill any of those traders. They deserved it anyway. I would have done the very same."

He relaxed, smiling a little wider at her understanding, surprised that she would almost sympathize with his problem he apparently had. "I don't think I'm human like you, Kyle and Paris.." he said quietly, feeling ashamed. He never really felt that he was, but looks can be deceiving.

"Well, geez, genius, what gave you that idea? Was it the lightning or the "kitten on catnip" attack you did?" She replied with a slight giggle.

Tripp raises a brow in surprise but then grins widely, "Well, I guess those are the only important reasons for right now. I could have attack them with tentacles."

Seslie starts laughing, then made a face of digust, "The first guy would have been enough, the rest would have run. That's just creepy.
Don't worry about it, alright? The Captain will be in here shortly and I guess we'll talk about what to do. I don't think he'll dissect you, he seemed pretty smooth about it. We're gonna find out who and what you are. I promise. And we'll do it together, while staying in one piece of course."

Tripp nodded, feeling more as ease with himself. Being off of Rago-X suddenly made him aware of himself. Before he seemed to be in a haze of some sort, not organized in any form. Other than being there, he had no recollection of anything.
The men deserved what they got, true enough, but he really didn't wish them any harm. And he certainly didn't want to harm Seslie in any way.
He sighed quietly and relaxed more in the bed. There was nothing he could do about it now, except to move on. Of Kyle didn't want him around anymore, Tripp assumed the captain would have just left him on the port.