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[ooc: BENDYTIME, ACTIVATE! Anytime after the crew has returned to the ship.]

When the medics finally woke Steve up from his healing trance, he was not in the best of moods.

For one thing, the trance had left him feeling much, much better than before-- but had not done much for the virus. A good supply of bandages were able to conceal many of the external signs, but he couldn't very well wrap them around the green marks on his face, his fingers or both of his eyes. His levels were stable but until the virus had gone back into remission, he was stuck in quarantine.

For another, there was no news as far as what had caused GLaDOS to go off on him. No clues as to who found out about him, no sign of who might have done it-- just the knowledge that someone on this crew, who he was supposed to trust, was capable of attacking him like that and there was little to be done about it right now.

And of course, someone had to inform him that Zokez II had been nearly annihilated by the Ohm. The beautiful beaches, resorts and cities-- the places where he spent a happy week relaxing, feeling normal, and spending time with Miku-- were gone, destroyed, the people fled and with no hope of rebuilding. His week had been cut short anyway, but now it felt like the whole thing had been ripped away from him. Even the happy moments he had here on this ship were fleeting-- in the end, everything was now just a memory, stuck in the past and never to come again.

And furthermore, he'd slept through it. The first encounter with the Ohm, the stupid aliens who were the whole reason he was awake on this goddamned ship in the first place, and Steve was too busy sleeping off a virus outbreak that nearly stole his mind from him to help out.

"A mistake" indeed.

Steve was not in any kind of mood at all as he sat on the floor and leaned against the bubble, staring at the ceiling. His silhouette was visible through the dimmed bubble.

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"Nope." Steve grinned at her. "You have to be patient!"

Miku sighed at Steve, "Well, alright. I suppose I can be patient." She smiled at him. Maybe she should've asked Nanoha how to properly cajole a boy.

...Then again, would she even know?

"I promise, I won't take too long," he assured her. "I'll look normal again and be out soon."

He paused after that and made a thoughtful face. "You know, some of the, uh... the people who get these viruses were able to change themselves back and forth and control it. I wonder if I could learn to do that-- if I'm gonna be stuck with it for now anyway. It'd be nice if I could just look normal instantly."

"Do you think so? What if they tell you it's too dangerous?" Because this was one thing, but Steve rampaging around as the monster he spoke about before... that was another, and far more dangerous. "Not that I'd tell you to not try it, if you can, but..."

Miku shifted in her seat and tapped the bubble over his hand with her finger, "I just don't want anything else bad to happen."

"I know," he said quickly. "And I'm still not sure if I would even want to, but..."

He drifted off suddenly, shaking his head. "Nevermind. But I won't do anything reckless. The last thing I want is to get stuck in here again."

"I'd rather you didn't, either. But, I'd still come to see you if you did." Miku sighed and traced circles on the bubble over his hand. They needed a change of subject, "I think I'm going to see if Cargn-sensei won't help me train a little harder. When we were down there, I bought him a gigantic tea cup.

"He... he looked kind of silly with that little one he always uses. It's more proportional." She smiled, trying to for brightness to cheer him up a little little bit.

It seemed to work, at least somewhat. He smiled at the image of the ultra-serious (and freaky) Cargn drinking out of any kind of teacup.

"I think it's funny a guy like that drinks tea at all. Or that you're friends with him. He's kinda..." Steve left that one unsaid but made a face. "You know."

"His tea is very good; it's not what I'm used to, but it's still tasty." Miku sighed dreamily at the thought of it. "And despite how... scary he looks, he's very nice. Kind of grandfatherly, really." She wagged a finger at him, "I trust him, and he's generally very..."

Miku tapped her lower lip, looking for the word. "Soothing. Sort of. It's hard to explain. He's calmer than everyone else."

"I guess after hanging out with me so much, it'd be nice to find somebody calming," he joked.

Still, he didn't mind. He'd never talked to Cargn personally and as long as he was nice to Miku, no problem. Of course, if Steve ever heard tell of Cargn bullying her or insulting her, Mr. Scary Teacup would find himself face to face with a raging redheaded teenager.

Miku sighed at him and poked at his arm through the bubble. "You're exaggerating a bit." After all, he didn't seem to fly off the handle so often around her.

"Well yeah, but I know there's no way I'm in the running for Zen Master or anything like that," he pointed out. "Luke always says I rush too far into things. And my mom always said I was a hothead."

He tugged on a few strands of bright red hair. "Guess it comes with the color. I'm glad you're a calm person, though."

Miku smiled, "Well, I try to be. Calm and worrying." She laughed lightly. It occurred to her that if she wasn't doing one or the other, she was screaming her head off.

What a strange life she'd lived to come to that conclusion, to say nothing of their current situation. She turned her head away from Steve to hide a yawn. Now that things were finally coming down, she was starting to feel tired. It probably wouldn't be a restful sleep, though.

He smiled a little sympathetically at her failed attempt to hide her yawn. "You should get some rest," he said. "I don't want you stuck in quarantine too, even if it's on the other side of the bubble."

"They wouldn't..." Miku began and was cut off by another yawn. "I swear I wasn't this tired before, I'm sorry." She shook her head to clear it and smiled at him. She didn't want to leave yet, and it showed in her hesitation stood up. "But I'll be back later, if you want me to come, okay?"

"Of course," he assured her. "If you don't mind looking at my ugly mug, I always like to see you." He glanced away a little sheepishly at that. Miku didn't seem bothered by his appearance, but Steve clearly was.

"Why would I mind? You're you, even if you're a little greenish here and there." And a little scary with those red and slitted eyes, something in the far back of her mind added, but still him.

"If they'll let me, I'll bring you a snack," she promised. "I'm not sure what, yet." She'd have to see what survived the trip to the ship, after all.

"Oh wow, would you?" he asked, sounding thrilled at the idea of food that wasn't dispensed out of a hole in the wall and in the form of gelatinous gray paste. "That would be awesome."

His excitement did funny things to her heart and set loose an avalanche of butterflies into her stomach. Sheesh, boys.

"I thought you would like that. Good night for now, Steve." Miku smiled again and shifted her weight.

"Night," he said, and debated blanking out the bubble again-- but hesitated. "Thanks a lot, Miku. Really."

"For?" Miku questioned and tilted her head to the left.

"For... you know." He turned reddish (under the green) and glanced away from her awkwardly. "For coming to see me."

Miku smiled so hard it hurt her cheek. "That isn't anything you need to thank me for," she told him gently. "Not at all."

She started to turn away, "Anyway, I promised I'd be back later. Please look forward to your snack. Good night."

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