Connor found himself starting to relax while the woman talked. Usually he was the chatter box but right now he was fine with remaining silent and letting Devika fill it. He appreciated the removal of the white coat, though he found it a bit silly.

 It didn’t change the fact that she was a medical professional, but then again his whole paranoia with medical staff in and of itself was silly.

He was pleased to hear she’d be able to stitch up the cut without damaging the lines of his tattoo. It wasn’t like there was any way for him to have it retouched in the middle of space unless someone brought a tattoo gun on board.

Maybe he could build one should the need ever arise.

With that thought his mind wandered away from the current situation and started to think about how he’d build a tattoo gun. It would be rather simple really, there were more than enough spare parts laying around. Though finding a talented artist to wield the tattoo gun was a different story. As was securing ink that wouldn’t cause infection.

His musings came to an abrupt halt and the tension returned to his shoulders when Devika uttered ‘MRI’.

[i]Damnit.[/i] He thought, and quickly shook his head. “No, no it isn’t anything like that.” He assured her, holding up his hands.

“My head is fine, my neck is fine, no past injuries at all.” He chewed on his lip ring for a moment before taking in a deep breath. “It’s...kind of complicated, but I’m a candidate for this experimental procedure to enhance my intelligence. I’m already pretty damn smart and I don’t want to do the procedure. But the science guys in charge apparently don’t take no for an answer.” 

He glared down at the tablet as though this situation was it’s fault. “They want me to go in for an MRI because they want to make sure that my brain is fine after being frozen for three years and I can still be a viable candidate for the experiment. I’m avoiding that appointment because I have a mining pod engine to repair, I can’t waste time on an examine I don’t need and those guys are annoying as hell.”

Connor dropped his glare and shifted awkwardly on the table. “So, I hope you understand.”