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     “...Need something, David?”

It was only by chance that Caleb’s gaze had wandered over to the other android, yet in that split second he had caught quite a peculiar sight. The other’s lingering look, seemingly fixed on him, until the moment he had caught David’s eyes. Which then proceeded to flick down towards his data-pad. Huh.

     “I hear that cats are all plotting to kill their owners,       and that’s why they stare at them so unnervingly.       Is that what this is?”

As ever, he spoke carefully, his tone perfectly monitored to come across as non-confrontational, yet never too passive. He had been looking through a few updates on the mission logs, but now his attention was fully on the blond, a synthetic he had never met before.

     “I’ll only be escorting your team temporarily, after all, David.       I’m not going to get in the way of your crew’s objectives.”

“Well well David. Didn’t know you enjoyed the flute. Do you teach for free or do I have to pay for it?”

“Morning, David.      In the lab early I see.          .....Why?”

“I see you standing there, David. What do you want.” He asked, without so much as a glance the other’s way.

     “I think that you can manage it on your own.”

Came the rather aloof reply. Caleb had been especially hostile for the duration of this outing--a science expedition, yes, but a field mission. He had no interest in traipsing through the woods to collect specimens. Let the humans gather them while he waited in the familiar confines of his laboratory. But no, they wanted both androids present for various reasons; the main one seeming to be to perform menial tasks that the other crew couldn’t be bothered with. Well neither could he.

     “We have no use for a fire anyways, why       not just let them make one themselves?”

And yet, there was a downside to his situation--a sentient one who was currently leading him through the throng of workers. His name was David, and Caleb found him absolutely insufferable from the moment he first opened his mouth. Presently, he was explaining the different workers’ uniforms and what sectors each commanded. The boy shuffled along, hands in pockets and eyes rolling as he tuned out the pretentious drawl of the other android. It seemed like hours before they came to a halt.

     “Mmm.” He hummed absently, as David concluded his latest speech with a       thin smile. “So, is there anything you have to tell me that’s actually useful?       I know all that I need to about the company and its objective here. I really       don’t need an obsolete model lecturing me on protocol and whatnot.”

In rare instances, Caleb could feign something akin to manners. That, however, was usually reserved for people who were (unfortunately) above him in rank, and even then it was no guarantee. David was by no means an authority over him (something that even Mr. Weyland had made clear), and in truth he was rather irked at being led by this bleach-blond buffoon. So yes, he was quick to snap---and no he didn’t plan on curbing his blunt manner any time soon.