Appetence

Archive Log: 16

Minerva's eyes were permanently wide; she couldn't help it, when the mention of the ship that this mission would be using was bought to her attention, how could she not go and see it? It wasn't just that, she also had to...as temporary head honcho of this whole thing. Minerva had to try and muse over what her father would say, how he would react, certainly already she figured he wouldn't be standing, mouth agape like some sort of fish. She couldn't help it. Seriously, the ship was huge, it wasn't just huge, it was massive, it wasn't just massive, it was ginormous. Honestly, she hadn't ever really ever seen any ships, space ships that is, but this vehicle right here was surely going to be the biggest she'd ever see.

The huge, massive, ginormous hulk of metal which so far was the skeletal structure of the ship outdid any small family house. She had to crane her neck up to look at it all, David beside her looked up, minus the fish impression. He even reached across and placed a finger to her chin and pushed it upwards, mouth firmly shut now, no more fish impressions. Even he could admit that it was something fantastic. Humans never failed to amaze when it came to engineering, building, and sheer imagination. He didn't know who designed this ship, but they had a wild imagination.

People busied around the large hangar, everyone doing their own little job, or working together in teams to get the ship done. Minerva turned her face slowly, peeling her eyes away from watching and looked to David. He'd got bored of looking at the ship a few moments ago, so stood looking blankly in her direction. Seeing his blank blue eyes just staring at her caused her to jump. David's lips twitched upwards in a small smile, "Is there a deadline?"

His smile slipped, "Perhaps."

"Is that a yes or a no?" Minerva asked, not understanding.

He sighed and tilted his head, he looked bored with the topic of conversation as his eyes flicked up to watch the rushing people. "Your father will know."

"But you know everything he does when it comes to this project." Minerva said matter-of-factly. Which was true, there was very little David didn't know that he didn't share with Peter Weyland. The information those two stored between their collective brains was really something. It made Minerva's mind boggle. "Or, is it a need to know? And I don't need to know?"

David smiled again, he shouldn't find her frustration endearing, but it was. She'd pout and frown and look really quite ticked off, but David imagined it would be the same as a puppy trying to be angry. Failure. In one word, failure. Too cute and getting fur all backed up for nothing, only to end up whining and rolling over. Not that Minerva would do that, because that would be incredibly weird. But, it was the same faux anger. Just to make it worse, he didn't answer her.

Minerva frowned more and tugged his sleeve, "David! David," she whined quietly, he raised an eyebrow, so the whining happened, the latter thing is a massive no-no. "Please...I need to know."

David inhaled, he exhaled just as slowly. "Sometime this year."

Minerva looked deadpanned. "That doesn't tell me anything!" Her shout only just went over the hum and clanking of machinery. "Maybe if I find the foreman, he'll tell me something...well, something more substantial as that was of no help to me, David, no help at all." Minerva let out a quiet huff and looked about herself. Noticing a small office space, she picked up walking towards that. David's face turned to one of displeasure, he thought he was helpful with his answer, and he certainly didn't like being made to sound useless. Regardless, he picked up walking and followed after her.

He reached her side just as the door opened and a shallow faced, middle aged man in safety gear answered the door. "Hello!" Was Minerva's cheery greeting, the man's dark eyes flicked over her, clearly trying to click who she was, or if he was meant to have a meeting today, or if he had ever met her before. The fact that the man just stared at her, muttering under his breath and side stepping past them both, made it clear he had no intention of talking to them.