Ricky sighed with relief when the doors finally opened, and saw an armour-clad Vykker step out, saying something to the Inhabitants behind it, and followed by an Intern in an apron. Ricky noticed that the Intern was carrying a laptop, presumably for communicating purposes.
How strange.
Ricky leaned closer to read what the Intern had typed;
"Well, sorry for our delay, we have no such ability to hear people knock the door in the Laboratory.('No $&*#, Sherlock.' Ricky said, half jokingly at this.)
But anyway, we will treat this female, injured Slig organic. I just need to lift you off the ground. Help me masculine Slig, I am not as physical as you."
Ricky nodded as he carefully grabbed her by the torso and, resting her head on his shoulder, he slowly carried her into the lab with the help of the Intern (if that's okay with you Slaveless
). As they went in, Ricky asked with a hint of fear in his voice;
'She's gonna be okay, right?' he knew the Intern couldn't respond without typing on his laptop, but he wanted to get it out of his system.
***
Cal gave a suspicious look at the white-skinned Slig as he asked his identity. He saw that he was writing something down on a note pad, that wasn't a good sign either. Could he get 'Calvin Castro' out of just 'Cal'? But he wasn't as much a well-known criminal as Ricky was, maybe he could risk it...
'The name's Cal. You want my autograph too?' he said jokingly, pointing at the note pad. He chuckled quietly at his own joke for a moment before the female Slig asked;
“Worse mishaps? What could be worse then getting’ shot? Wanna talk about it?” Cal glared.
'No, I
don't.' he said, horns twitching. He opened his mouth to say something else when-
'Tsk tsk tsk, that's not like you! You should be proud of your battlescars, or are you too embarrassed about what happened to tell them?' Cal gave an oh so quiet whimper when the voice inside his head hissed its taunts at him again. Where the hell'd it come from?! He'd never heard it before... unless...
Cal surreptitiously placed a hand on his taser, which was now clipped to his belt. Had the shock attack caused it?
***
Wic looked curiously at Cal, who seemed to have gotten lost in his thoughts.
'You okay?' he asked. Cal snapped back to reality, but just glared at Wic again.
Wic also noticed Doe had moved off without answering his question. He felt a little sad, but he was used to being ignored my the big people, so it didn't worry him too much.