Connor crawled out of the engine block to pick up another tool when his tablet started ringing. "Damnit what now?" He muttered, wiping his hands off on a rag as best he could before grabbing the device next to his tool box.

He frowned at the unfamiliar face waiting for him to answer the video call. "Yeah?" He grunted after accepting the call, rubbing his hand over his forehead to mop up sweat and smearing grease over his skin in the process.

"Mr. Douglass? You're late for your check up." The man said distractedly as he was looking at another screen.

[i]Fuck, I was hoping I wouldn’t have to deal with this.[/i] He thought, rolling his shoulders to try and ease some of the tension that was building. His earlier thoughts swirled chaotically in his mind like air through a turbine engine and he felt his heart start to beat a little faster. "I wouldn't call an MRI scan a check up." He answered warily with a frown. "Look sir I don't mean to be rude but I've got a lot of work to do. Why have I been scheduled for an MRI? Are there any medical issues I'm not aware of?"

The man held up a finger to signal to give him a moment. Connor growled in his throat and drummed his fingers on his thigh as he watched the man type and click away on a computer that he couldn’t see. 

"Huh, there doesn't seem to be a reason.” He answered after a minute, blinking in surprise. “No prior head injuries, no illnesses and you were marked low risk to suffer any serious complications from stasis."

Connor felt like throwing his tablet at the wall, he knew this was about that stupid experiment. "Okay then what the fuck man?” He snapped at the doctor, technician? Whatever! He was frustrated and a little freaked out and he needed to let it out somewhere. “My brain is fine and if you guys want to look at a scan of it, go look at the fifty billion you have on file from the time I was like five. Unless there's the start of a tumor on the latest scan then don't bug me about fucking head scans. Also tell the bastard that ordered those stupid scans, I’m never, ever, letting you guys alter my brain. Okay? Bye." 

He ended the call with an angry swipe of his finger and took a moment to glare into space, taking deep breaths to calm down. Just when he was starting to think that he was being stupid, that he was overreacting over nothing, this happened to proved he was right. There was nothing wrong with him, there was no reason for that scan. 

No they just wanted to make sure he could still be a possible subject after three years on ice. How many times did he have to tell them no until they got it? They couldn’t fool him, he knew the downsides to ‘increased’ intelligence. Stuff like that always came at a price or there was a high risk of failure or worse.
He needed to calm down or vent, but who did he do that to? The only person that came to mind was Abby and she had far better things to do than be pestered by him. 

The NI-Tech Hob popped up next and he seemed like the type to appreciate the situation. But he was probably busy and besides they just met, it’d be weird to try contacting him out of no where.

His mind ran a blank trying to think of someone else to talk to and he stared down at the black screen of his tablet. He bit his lips for a moment before deciding to just send Hob a little quip. Hopefully the man wouldn’t think he was a weirdo or he didn’t disturb him. 

[b]Think I just ruined an MRI tech’s day by telling him off, am I cool now?[/b] He sent it off and turned off his tablet, once again staring down at the vague image of his own reflection.

“Well, that just leaves just you, Loretta.” He sighed out, setting down the tablet and picking up the tool he needed originally. “Got no one else to rant to, hope you don’t mind if I chew your ear off.” He said to the engine block with a small grin. “Maybe I should put on some happier music.” He stood up to move over to the radio and fiddled with his music player until he found a song to help put him in a better mode. “[i]Dream Again[/i], a little ironic but why not huh? You got a problem with Tim Mcmorris?” He tilted his head toward the engine and waited a beat. “Didn’t think so.” He huffed, turning on the song.

The sound of a very upbeat guitar filled the engine bay and Connor slid his way back inside of the engine.