“I won’t. You are small.” He had heard that some of their clothing was remarkably elastic, but he doubted they would be comfortable at all, provided that he wouldn’t immediately tear them in the first place. When she brought him the blanket, he reached out for it, fingers digging into the soft fabric. “Yes, this is what I meant.”
He grasped it with both hands and stopped, watching the folds shift with his slight motions, looking a bit lost for a second or two. Not because of the textile’s condition, but he simply wasn’t… used to it. And he wasn’t about to ask what the best way to put it around him was, he quickly put the fabric around his shoulders and brought the ends closer in front of him, letting out a quiet sigh as he closed his eyes, as if ready to rest. The fabric was worthy of its reputation.
“My entire body was crafted to match Samus Aran’s power without the need of a suit. My skeleton is made of the same materials as my arm, but it was a true challenge for the science team to ensure that all the organic tissue was strong enough to withstand the impact against those metals.” While the outside concealed the cyborg’s augmentations, if one paid close enough attention, they might hear the mechanical sounds trapped inside his flesh during great physical effort. But indeed, it was no easy task to focus on that. She usually had no shortage of far worse things to think about.
Her question made him open his eyes, but the answer would wait. The Space Pirates had laid low for the most part, but it was a known fact that they were far from inactive, and beneath the silence of the news there were suspicions of their true endeavors, that they were getting ready to begin something that had been in the making for many years. Samus Aran, now considered a fugitive by the Federation, would have trouble to find the information she needed to track them, nor had Ridley known about her location for a while.
“…Working.” It hardly answered anything, but it was all he could come up with. She had to know he couldn’t describe their operations in detail. And he wasn’t going to open up and share his current concerns, he doubted she would give a damn. She had no right to know anyways. “Too long of a story to tell.”
She didn’t react to the small comment. It was the truth. She was smaller than an average human, and certainly smaller than a lot of aliens. And most of them didn’t mean it as an insult, just an observation. Ridley could go either way, but there was no need to escalate the situation. There would be plenty of that later, she figured.
“Wasn’t fishing for details on your pirate schemes anyways. The less I know of the specifics, the better.”
She sat in a chair on the other side of the table, ignoring the growling plant. The storm was still continuing outside and probably wouldn’t let up for a bit. There’d be no way she could get him out to the storage shed in this weather.
“You might have to sleep in here for the night, unless you want to walk to the shed in this weather.” She didn’t like the idea, but her door did lock and she could always have Hal watch him. The AI would at least be able to warn if she was doing anything suspicious.
“And maybe you can help me decide what kind of fence to get. I want a dog, but I need a fence for the backyard. I figure you know something about security.”
If he was going to interrupt her quiet, mundane life, she would immerse him in the boring details.
