"You're probably right," he says. "I suppose things would be easier if we had the proper tools at our disposal. We'd probably have some idea what we were injected with and then maybe have some clue as to why we were brought onboard this station and our captors wouldn't want that, now would they? It would probably ruin their big plans."
There's irritation there. Clearly, he's not happy about the limited resources at his disposal himself. In fact, he's quite frustrated. Even Galactica had more for him to work with than this.
Mentioning Caprica probably didn't much to improve his mood, either.
He leads the way out of the Science Labs and towards the Observation Deck. "It's the only place on the station that feels anything like home," he says. "Or what's left of it, anyway." He didn't frequently get out of the labs at Galactica, but occasionally he'd make it out to the observation deck. It was at strange hours because most of his work aboard the ship was done at strange hours and really, strange hours were the only hours he could avoid the couples kissing in the seating area.
The same could be said for Proserpina. Minus the couples anyway. He had his doubts anyone here would ever get romantically involved. They were all holding out hope that someday they'd be returned home, probably. No use getting involved in a relationship that would unceremoniously end without warning one day.
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Date: 2012-05-30 05:12 am (UTC)There's irritation there. Clearly, he's not happy about the limited resources at his disposal himself. In fact, he's quite frustrated. Even Galactica had more for him to work with than this.
Mentioning Caprica probably didn't much to improve his mood, either.
He leads the way out of the Science Labs and towards the Observation Deck. "It's the only place on the station that feels anything like home," he says. "Or what's left of it, anyway." He didn't frequently get out of the labs at Galactica, but occasionally he'd make it out to the observation deck. It was at strange hours because most of his work aboard the ship was done at strange hours and really, strange hours were the only hours he could avoid the couples kissing in the seating area.
The same could be said for Proserpina. Minus the couples anyway. He had his doubts anyone here would ever get romantically involved. They were all holding out hope that someday they'd be returned home, probably. No use getting involved in a relationship that would unceremoniously end without warning one day.