Appetence

Archive Log: 30

"The red wires connected to the blue wire. The blue wires connected to the sensor. The sensors connected to that thing, and let my legs work!" David looked up, removing the tools in his hands away from the inside of Minerva's legs as she sung.

"Dem Bones," David frowned, the tools in his hands clinked quietly against the table as he looked at her. "Why are you singing that, but with different lyrics?"

"I don't have bones." Minerva said with a shrug as she sat looking down at her legs. They had conversed with Weyland, both in turn. Of course there were different things which he would wish to say to either of them. He had mainly told David how to possibly solve the issue of Minerva's legs. Whereas with Minerva, she was told how much he had missed the sound of her voice, and how she was fairing; other than the leg issue, that is.

He leaned his chin against his hand and looked at her with a small frown. It was mainly as he suspected; the body she lived in, was old. Stopping working, had made everything cease. It was why she took so long to wake up. David hated to muse it, but she was old. Yet he inwardly knew that was something no one ever, ever, ever tells a lady. Even if that lady was technically immortal...that was a minor issue, he knew Minerva would still dislike being called old.

He shook his head and looked back at her legs. They had set up in the med-bay. Minerva sat on a table, despite being comfy in her clean clothes, David had to state the obvious that she'd need to remove her trousers. She sat on the table and just watched him as he cut open the synthetic skin and peeled it aside to try and find the issue. Weyland had, in so many words, stated that sensors may be blocked, or may need to get woken up. He needed to get in, to get them sorted. Honestly, David didn't want to cut her open. He really didn't, but what use was Minerva going to be if she couldn't walk? The last thing he expected was for her to start singing. Let alone sounding so cheery while doing so. To be honest, David quite liked the sound of her voice singing, no matter how childish the song was. The tone was light and flowing, and really, in general, David had missed the sound of her voice, period.

"You do have bones." He voiced at last, returning to his task. Pressing against a sensor he watched as her leg twitched. He smiled, "You shall soon be on your feet again."

"I'm like a Terminator in here," David yet again found himself pausing to look at her with a bemused look. She frowned and pouted his way, "Metallic. My skeleton is metallic."

"So is mine, but you don't see me bragging about it." David looked back down, her leg suddenly bent at the knee when he pressed against another sensor and moved a wire away from blocking another wires path.

"Hm," Minerva hummed and narrowed her eyes. David didn't even look up, he did look up though when he felt a hand in his hair. Rolling his eyes to the side, David watched her as she ruffled his hair. "You've dyed it again." Her eyes narrowed again suspiciously.

"How can you tell?"

"Your roots...well, David, you might be a little two-toned at the moment is all." Minerva giggled gently. David sighed, he pushed against the table and wheeled around to the other side. He looked down at her other leg and pretty much commenced doing the same thing. He presumed it was the same problem with them both. "Is this how you've passed your time, David? Dying your hair and just...reading?"

"I have had lessons," he decided to point out firmly. "I've not just been here doing my own thing all this time, Minerva." She raised an eyebrow and watched him, she could tell she may have annoyed him a little there; only because he actually used her full name. As of late he had decided to shorten it, which she didn't mind. But suddenly being called by her full name reminded her of being a naughty child, and being caught doing something she shouldn't have.