though they don't really have a face to call their own, it's kind of amazing that meddy is able to, somehow and someway, give an exasperated look to connor. just to let him know they don't buy the 'fine' aspect at the moment.
not being sick? that's a given, as they slowly go through their analysis and (reluctantly) give him the clear for the flu. being fine? they think not-
and so they nudge their helm against connor, trying to direct him somewhere out of his room. they may only weigh eight-or-so pounds on a good day, but gosh darnit are they going to try and get him to safety.
their eyelights from their monitor/face flicker away and soon disappear altogether, now the only thing on the screen are the rather ominous words:
no subject
though they don't really have a face to call their own, it's kind of amazing that meddy is able to, somehow and someway, give an exasperated look to connor. just to let him know they don't buy the 'fine' aspect at the moment.
not being sick? that's a given, as they slowly go through their analysis and (reluctantly) give him the clear for the flu. being fine? they think not-
and so they nudge their helm against connor, trying to direct him somewhere out of his room. they may only weigh eight-or-so pounds on a good day, but gosh darnit are they going to try and get him to safety.
their eyelights from their monitor/face flicker away and soon disappear altogether, now the only thing on the screen are the rather ominous words:
new destination: quarantine zone! ]