Carrie felt her entire face take up arms in an attempted coup. She bit her lip hard, trying not to show it. This part about the new guy she hated the most - talking to him was like prying your eyes out with a wine bottle opener. He just wouldn't look away, his peepers boring through your skull like high-powered lasers. It excited her somehow, but in practice, resisting it was harder than she remembered.

[color=aqua]"Why."[/color] He asked in his monotone. She really couldn't see what she found in him, sometimes. The guy was a concrete block, a mannequin from a shop window, a failed attempt at a service droid. But damn, he was cute, with those glasses of his, and he always seemed to just [i]be[/i] there whenever she had trouble with the instruments, and he was never tired of helping. And he never looked at her chest, no matter what she wore. This angered her as much as satisfied her.

Yes, it was hard, but it was most likely worth it. She would find out tonight.

"Why? You idiot." She pushed him in the shoulder accusingly with a finger. He didn't resist. "Because we've been stuffed in this lab ever since it was built, and I wanna go see the city for once! And there's a great show tonight, in a makeshift club they've built in an abandoned hospital. This is where you meet all the weird kids. It's gonna be awesome."

She stared hard into his face, looking for anything, a sign he had heard her words. She was about to give up, when he said, [color=aqua]"Sure. I could use the..."[/color] He suddenly stopped, blinked, looked away. His face was still blank, but his eyes were darting, a clear sign of nervousness. She was about to reach out to him but his head snapped upright so suddenly it made her gasp. [color=aqua]"Yes. I'll come."[/color]

Carrie sighed heavily, brushing her hair away from her face with a hand. What was it with her and men who played hard to get? She almost jumped away when he put his hand on her arm. [color=aqua]"Thanks for taking me."[/color] he said, and smiled. She couldn't bear to watch. "Yeah, yeah." She pushed him away. "Just - you do have something to wear that isn't [i]this[/i], do you? I mean, nothing wrong with it, just, yknow, don't look like you're the electrician coming to change the lightbulbs. I'm gonna look awesome and you better do too. Though I guess it's fine, just add some non-boring stuff to it and you're good."

Christopher Abu-Machlouf, the biolab's resident applied physicist, looked down on his clothes in time for Carrie, the biomedicine graduate, to boop him on the nose. She clicked a gun finger at him and went back to work. He rubbed his head, a very human gesture for someone who looked like the result of poor motion-capture CGI character. He was, in fact, completely terrified. But one party shouldn't kill him, should it?