There was a period, far too distantly behind her, in which Doctor Shaw spent the vast majority of her days in the field. It was the portion of her career she favored most: the search.
The Engineer dreadnought contained many secrets, and it felt nearly indulgent to carve her way+
through eerie darkness in pursuit of such secrets any time she wished. Though, as time elapsed, she devoted more time to studying what was found.
Upon waking, there was a peculiar fire under her heart on the matter. Armed with a flashlight and characteristic determination, she+
The original violation itself frustrated her less than the lingering fact that despite it, she had still covered him with a blanket and worried he was gone.
The humor in his expression did little to blunt the discomfort of the subject at hand. Delicate as glasswork, the trust he had earned, ounce by ounce, slipped ever so slightly. She watched him as he spoke, watched the recalculations flicker behind his eyes with uncanny clarity.+
Her suspicion didnβt escape Davidβs notice.
He could see it in her eyes. She knew exactly what he was doing to avoid giving a simple confirmation or denial, but much as she chose to avoid the unpleasantness of confronting his lack of candor, he too elected to keep his-
she felt. Disappointment cut deeper on her than fury ever could.
A silence followed. She stared sightlessly into the dark.
βIf you didnβt know, then fine. You didnβt know. But then, surely you knew what you were saying was cruel.β
Wearily, she found his face again.+