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[Robin sighed, listlessly poking through another stack of nonsense. He didn’t exactly want Alex to be anywhere near this place or in trouble, but half of him wished she were, just so he could see her again]

Aster: Can you really read minds n’ stuff? Robin: Depends if you believe me or not. Aster: I don’t know why you’d lie about it; you don’t seem the type.

Robin: I could prove it, if you want. Aster: Nah, I believe you. [Robin couldn’t help but smile a little; it was nice that Aster didn’t seem too perturbed]

Aster: It must be tough though, no wonder you’re usually so quiet-.. like, I think I’d find it hard to talk n’ stuff if I could hear everything people were thinking, second guessing myself all the time n’ that, y’know?

Robin: I guess I kinda got used to it. Aster: So, I suppose you know-… [SCREAMING – METAL CLANGING]

...

Robin: Aster!

Robin: Jesus-.. are you okay? [Aster scoffed with faint amusement-.. obviously not] Robin: Stupid question, huh?

Aster: Reckon I scared him off though. Robin: Hah, yeah… [Aster huffed slightly, his attempted chuckle manifesting as a bloody gurgle instead]

I'd Imagine Pharma initially wanted to get close to the nurse because he wanted to spite FA for not carrying out his job well. You know, when he was busy engrossed in the Wrecker's Memoir? Manual?

He sees FA with this rather interesting nurse and goes okay, why not? It's worth a shot. He's charismatic and he assume nurse would be all over him in an instant. Yeah, well. Not, really.

When he approached them, flirting and serenading them — nurse only gave him a stink eye and pottered away without a word, their tiny form mousey, almost miniscule skimming across the floor.

Big oofm for doctor Pharma. He's humiliated by a mere human. An organic fleshie with blood pumping through their bodies. How, visceral. And, so the not-so-stalking endeavor begins. What apparently started as spite now churns into something more....obsessive.

Nurse isn't safe from the coincidental encounters: In the locker room, elevator shaft, mess hall, changing room...

Changing room!?

You almost clocked him in the helm when you open the door to see him, of all people, there. What's he doing there? Oh, just a simple round the block check up routine, he'd say. But you know that's a lie.

No worries, through. You're about to leave, anyways. No point of dawdling over that fact now when the shuttle set for another facility is due to arrive in five minutes...

And, in those five minutes. You're surprised to see the shuttle, the moment you step into the platform, turn around without a moments notice. As if you weren't there. And, the amount of yelling to get the shuttle's attention fell on deaf ears.

Footsteps pad behind you.