lilahgoode:
“ oh, you’re preaching to the choir, my friend. ” she was more than aware just how entitled passengers thought themselves to be, even though their child’s papercut doesn’t come close to being as demanding as another’s broken arm. “ that’s the worst part of this job, really — whether you’re a security guard or a nurse, no one’s authority is higher than the passengers’.. apparently. ” answering his grin with one of her own, delilah tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and shrugged delicately. “ if there’s ever anyone you don’t have to worry about ranting to, it’s me. i know i’ve gone off on more than a few tangents to unsuspecting co-workers about the trials of my job, too. as for my shift.. well, someone decided to upchuck all over my nice clean examination table, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. ”
“well, you know what they say; the customer’s always right. and the passengers are customers. they pay for the ticket on the ship and for everything they get whilst they’re on board. it’s like we’re not human beings, we’re just robots with no emotions or feelings. we just exist for their pleasure and help. which is whatever, but you know, it’s a bit shit.” xavier smiled a little as delilah kept talking and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pressed his cheek against her hair. “you’re a babe, you know that? sometimes just need a shoulder to whine on. especially after a shitty shift. but you can do the same with me. always. if you ever need to cry or whine on someone, that’s me. you can just come and have a chat and i’ll listen to everything. that sounds lovely. real fucking nice. i know you can’t actually blame them if they’re feeling ill, but god. aim a little, at least.”











