In the engine room, there is a great FLURRY OF FABRIC, as Harper shakes out the second of the two fire blankets he's found stashed in there, before laying it out on the floor
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Tyr did not approve of this. Not in the least bit. But he could sympathize with Rex's plight. After all, he had been the survivor after those who were supposed to protect his clan didn't do their jobs, either.
But he didn't have to like it.
He stepped into the engine room, folding his arms across his chest and looking to the sound of the blankets against the floor. Slowly, he headed over towards the two of them....scowling deeply.
"Uhura?" Harper's face showed the process of a SLOW REALIZATION of the fact that a mistake had been made here, "Uhura, uh, well, much as she may be my sleeping partner of choice, I was kinda thinking in terms of surface area and heat to Rex ratio... it might be a good idea for me to ask someone over who would give off a little more heat."
As he heard someone approaching, Harper sprang to his feet, grabbing Rex's arm and giving his inmate a tug towards the approaching warden.
"Tyr! This is my inmate, Rex Lewis. Rex? This is my Tyr. You may remember him from such fever dream rantings as 'that one super crappy port' and, 'things I said while I was delirious with SARS'. We lived and worked on the Andromeda together for years!"
Harper quickly scooped a bare arm around Rex, and shivvered, trying desperately to pretend that this was exactly what Rex had been expecting.
Rex briefly resisted the tug on his arm, but he allowed Harper to drag him, albeit reluctantly. By now he had managed to fashion the shirt on his head into a classy do-rag, which was preferable to 'turban' and 'face obscuring hood-mask'.
He still felt like an idiot. But at least he was a slightly warmer idiot.
"A pleasure," he said dryly, although it clearly wasn't. "May I speak with Harper a moment?"
With that, he dragged Harper to a secluded corner. "I have to sleep with a stranger?" he hissed. "He's huge! He'll roll over and crush me!"
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"So we're going to... cuddle." Distinctly unimpressed, right there. "I assume you've enlisted Uhura to help share the warmth."
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But he didn't have to like it.
He stepped into the engine room, folding his arms across his chest and looking to the sound of the blankets against the floor. Slowly, he headed over towards the two of them....scowling deeply.
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As he heard someone approaching, Harper sprang to his feet, grabbing Rex's arm and giving his inmate a tug towards the approaching warden.
"Tyr! This is my inmate, Rex Lewis. Rex? This is my Tyr. You may remember him from such fever dream rantings as 'that one super crappy port' and, 'things I said while I was delirious with SARS'. We lived and worked on the Andromeda together for years!"
Harper quickly scooped a bare arm around Rex, and shivvered, trying desperately to pretend that this was exactly what Rex had been expecting.
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He still felt like an idiot. But at least he was a slightly warmer idiot.
"A pleasure," he said dryly, although it clearly wasn't. "May I speak with Harper a moment?"
With that, he dragged Harper to a secluded corner. "I have to sleep with a stranger?" he hissed. "He's huge! He'll roll over and crush me!"
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