She looks at him with one eye; the other eye remains locked on the box. "Rory too? At this rate you and I are going to be the only ones left to run Med Bay."
Howard can steal the patients' belongings, and Anwei can take care of any amputated limbs!
"I'll burn it if you want. Hopefully I'll never have to." Hopefully Howard will be around, scheming and hoarding and totally, vitally alive, for a long, long time.
Her eyes stop spinning. She didn't think this LMI was smart enough to be used as a trap for her - besides, what were the changes of the Empire setting traps in a box randomly salvaged from a decaying universe? Unless there had been other Living People here, and they set the trap...
Slowly, carefully, she reaches into the box, and feels cold metal, elaborately engraved. She gives a deep breath (almost a sigh).
What Anwei takes out of the box looks like what a Cenobite showgirl would wear in Hell's version of Las Vegas. A high silvery crest threaded with veins of red gold, every vein distinct and individual, and capped with a grinning Living People face, clenching something in its teeth. From this crest streams hundreds of strands of gold beads, gleaming or frosted or carefully granulated, and all running through a broad golden ring studded with faceted red chisel-edged spikes the color of blood. The beads flow like water, and when she shakes the thing (the unforgettable ting-ting of gold on gold) the bead-curtain hanging from the ring shows a pattern for one instant – and then it's gone.
She takes the thing in two hands, turns it over and looks inside it (the spikes flash red as she does, like rubies) and then looks at Howard with a glum expression.
"Howard, I don't think this hat is going to fit you at all. Do you still want it?"
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Howard can steal the patients' belongings, and Anwei can take care of any amputated limbs!
"I'll burn it if you want. Hopefully I'll never have to." Hopefully Howard will be around, scheming and hoarding and totally, vitally alive, for a long, long time.
Her eyes stop spinning. She didn't think this LMI was smart enough to be used as a trap for her - besides, what were the changes of the Empire setting traps in a box randomly salvaged from a decaying universe? Unless there had been other Living People here, and they set the trap...
Slowly, carefully, she reaches into the box, and feels cold metal, elaborately engraved. She gives a deep breath (almost a sigh).
What Anwei takes out of the box looks like what a Cenobite showgirl would wear in Hell's version of Las Vegas. A high silvery crest threaded with veins of red gold, every vein distinct and individual, and capped with a grinning Living People face, clenching something in its teeth. From this crest streams hundreds of strands of gold beads, gleaming or frosted or carefully granulated, and all running through a broad golden ring studded with faceted red chisel-edged spikes the color of blood. The beads flow like water, and when she shakes the thing (the unforgettable ting-ting of gold on gold) the bead-curtain hanging from the ring shows a pattern for one instant – and then it's gone.
She takes the thing in two hands, turns it over and looks inside it (the spikes flash red as she does, like rubies) and then looks at Howard with a glum expression.
"Howard, I don't think this hat is going to fit you at all. Do you still want it?"