[ She's not trying to be cute or coy or amuse Dundee in the slightest with her answer. When Aberdeen said no, she invariably meant no — not no, convince me or no, maybe later. In order to move her from her stance the terms had to change or the pieces around her rearranged and only then would she reassess (or not, depending on her mood). In all honestly, her piercings have begun to bother her and there's not just the ones on her face, but elsewhere on her body as well. They itch a way that they've never really itched before and Aberdeen's beginning to wonder if there was something in the stasis fluid that her biology is reacting poorly to. (If that's the case, this may not end well.)
Still, a no is still a no, and Aberdeen knows the ins and outs of her body better than Dundee ever will. So she stares and stares some more, before finally saying (simply): ]
action; it's the nanites, okay, theyr'e trying to heal it PURELL WON'T HELP :|
Still, a no is still a no, and Aberdeen knows the ins and outs of her body better than Dundee ever will. So she stares and stares some more, before finally saying (simply): ]
I need to speak to one of the doctors.