davideightbot, I've been thinking about reply to you and got lost in choosing the most appropriate way to do that lol I hope to get back to our conversation when I return, if that's okay.

devourerofstarsandcandy, prometheusareyouseeingthis, missmeredithvickers, I know I owe you starters, I'll get to that when I can. If you have something in mind you can post and I'll reply when I get to my computer.

It was business as usual, even despite being such a vast distance away from Earth, Miss Vickers carried herself with a complete sense of professionalism; which came naturally considering she was highly invested within the company and was the main representative of Weyland Corporation. Albeit she did not receive a mention in her ‘fathers’ little speech, she felt the need to clarify and assert her authority with the Doctors who were leading the expedition. Neither Shaw nor Holloway looked too pleased with her orders to refrain from making direct contact with their fabled “Engineers”, but it was nothing that concerned her enough to dwell on it.

The two year journey was a waste of time, in her eyes, and yet here they were. An exasperated sigh slipped passed her lips after the Doctors had left her quarters; leaving only her and David. Her gaze settled on him from across the room, her expression cold and blank; though her eyes held a fiery glint as they narrowed towards him. Vickers took a hefty swig of her drink, thoroughly enjoying the burn as it went down. In the silence that enveloped the room, she replayed her father’s words in her head. “He is the closest thing to a son I will ever have.”

Bitter resentment was all she felt towards the synthetic, and she made it known, but even despite how unpleasant she could be towards him, he always responded with curt politeness and a sickly sweet smile.

The contents of her drink were diminished in no time, and with all she had to deal with over the course of their stay, she Needed a little something to take the edge off.  “Another, David.” She commanded him with a simple set of words; treating the remarkable being as if he were nothing but her butler.

Did you want something?

Mr. Dante Ballard, Effective 12/9/2012,

You are to stay 500ft from Reina Nakahara, Her home, her place of work, and all her know associates, Oisin, Jakie, Isadore, Me, Weyland Industries David 8 TIPE Android, Her mun, Her mun's husband... everyone. 

You are much better off burying yourself in a very deep hole with some snacks and just never ever coming out than trying to leave your home.

Have a Nice day.