Graham does not like being told what to do, but he also doesn't have a choice. He pouts, and slides down to the floor against the doorframe. He gives Synthia a minute to give him the scoop, and he doesn't like what he hears.]
This is... a ludicrous story. How can this even be possible? Why would anyone choose me for such an important job?!
[Graham clutches his wrench close, like somehow the rusted and blood-stained tool was going to comfort him.]
If they knew what was good for them, they should send me back. [Because all he can think about is getting back into that med bay and dislocating every joint of every person he didn't get to when he was in there the first time.]
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Graham does not like being told what to do, but he also doesn't have a choice. He pouts, and slides down to the floor against the doorframe. He gives Synthia a minute to give him the scoop, and he doesn't like what he hears.]
This is... a ludicrous story. How can this even be possible? Why would anyone choose me for such an important job?!
[Graham clutches his wrench close, like somehow the rusted and blood-stained tool was going to comfort him.]
If they knew what was good for them, they should send me back. [Because all he can think about is getting back into that med bay and dislocating every joint of every person he didn't get to when he was in there the first time.]