❛ that sounds dangerous …. i’m in . ❜
This must be what playfulness is, Samuels decided — frustrating as it was to have Ripley not so subtly dodging around the circle of doorways in their habitation, clutching a rather large boxful of things from his sight as he followed after her. He was nowhere short up on the energy to pursue her, nor had any willingness to more sensibly sit aside and wait to continue querying.
Nor was she having any willingness to more sensibly or cautiously sneak them in during his absence.
"It's just some pieces I needed for the projects!” she called impatiently over her shoulder.
"What pieces? The supply bays are completely stocked, and there's absolutely," he frowned as she darted right through the same doorway a second time, "No need for any additional materials. Certainly not in our quarters."
"Just little pieces. The things that always get forgotten about or lost," she sped through doggedly again, "It's nothing I'm going to leave in the halls!"
Watching her direction, he turned quietly and waited for her next lap. Holding his arms out expectantly, he caught her as she with a short yelp, half-plowed into him. Gripping the box to stabilize her, he met her defensive glare as he reached into the box, with a slight bit of triumph. Yes. It must be playfulness.
Fishing out a complete pack of circuits, he eyed the collection of basic components that stood amply ready for need in storage. At least there were no combustibles.
After a moment of visible internal debate, Ripley stubbornly tugged the box back into her full grip, "There's something extra I'm making, okay? And don't want to dent the resources."
"A substantial build, for you to be setting aside even more supplies."
Walking right past him to the lockers, she packed her clothing into even tighter rolls, shoving them into the next shelf above. He stood patiently in silence, until she firmly set the box inside, closing the door.
"Is this a surprise or a preservation tactic?"
"Preservation?" she deadpanned.
"From, as you titled it, my sensibility steamroller."
"It isn't that dangerous."
Well, that certainly deduced it. Following her towards the workshop, he waited for a snap or a short rant. Instead, with a defiant sweep of her arm, she escorted him in.
A large frame suspended from the crane, the engine on a cart beneath, but even in the limited state of assembly, with several components flanking the sides of the workbench, he identified the type of vehicle, if not the specific model.
"A terrac? Is the scavenging rate down?"
"No. It's fine. I just…" she folded her arms, staring at the frame, "I wanted to get out, get far away from all the work, all the tasking, do something else, be somewhere else. Just a break."
A vehicle for terrain exploration, meant for two riders, one for steering and power, the other for navigation and balance. With the second seat partially readied for removal, but the connection pieces had a thin layer of dust, as if removal has begun, then paused.
"You seem to be making some decided customizations. Particularly of vehicle operations."
She seemed to catch sight of his gaze, before narrowing her own, "Navigation, yeah. It's a two-for job when you're dealing with rocky ground, but I can narrow it down for flatland," she shrugged, "And if it rolls… that's what the harness is for. Not that risky."
"It is more risky to navigate this alone, even with your adjustments. And quite frankly I see no reason to remove dual navigation. Or the further exploration of higher ground."
Ripley's steely armed stand quickly fell as she realized what he said.
"Very. I could even assist with assembling," he offered half-seriously this time, knowing what the answer would be.
"No way. I know what happens when you get ahold of a welder, and it's alot of nothing."
"It's simply the spark range from your rate, it makes for a slower rate but—”
"You can hand me tools, and that's all," the strength in her stern tone was completely eliminated by the bright light in her eyes, "Steamroller in park."
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