Zhaan considered, briefly, bothering Batou and talking things over with him. But there was no point in crying on the man. If she did cry
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Technically, he couldn't suffer from insomnia. It was a simple fact. But sleeping for him consisted of a strange blank space of time between shutdown and start up--it was automatic, there was no waking up process. It had its advantages. Assuming, of course, he didn't dream. He wasn't supposed to--his brain was far too cyberized for that--but sometimes, he did.
It was probably why Aramaki had sent him to this damned island in the first place.
At any rate, he was awake. He wandered around Sanctity aimlessly for awhile before wandering out back into the garden.
He hadn't expected to find Zhann there, but she looked as if she could use the company. He sat down on the bench next to her, looking out over the garden. "Problems?" If she wanted to talk, he figured she would. He wasn't going to press the issue more than that.
So he talked. Sorting through what she could say (John's problem not exactly something she could blurt out--Aeryn's coming to her had been an act of trust. Her insistance on not involving the clinic...), Zhaan contemplated the bottle in her hand. "Earth wine leaves a lot to be desired." She finally said.
He remained silent while she talked, thinking that no matter where you were, the problems were always the same. It was always the same old garbage. Why the hell couldn't people learn to just leave each other alone? Of course, if they did that, he'd be out of a job. Not that that'd be such a horrible thing, considering.
"Well, if you need any help with anything..." He left the rest of the offer unspoken. Zhaan knew him well enough to know when and how he could be of assistance... knew him better than she should, all things considered. He got the impression that someone had briefed her extensively before he arrived. Who that might have been, he didn't want to think about too much. Doing so would give him false hope.
The best thing about talking to Batou, or not talking to him, as the case happened, was that the man had enough life experience to intuit that things were bad. And she didn't have to spill secrets that weren't hers to tell.
Zhaan made a face, "Beer. I believe Crichton once attempted to re-create beer in the maintenance bay on the lower hammond-side. The are reeked for weeks and Chiana swore there were bugs living off of it."
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It was probably why Aramaki had sent him to this damned island in the first place.
At any rate, he was awake. He wandered around Sanctity aimlessly for awhile before wandering out back into the garden.
He hadn't expected to find Zhann there, but she looked as if she could use the company. He sat down on the bench next to her, looking out over the garden. "Problems?" If she wanted to talk, he figured she would. He wasn't going to press the issue more than that.
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"Well, if you need any help with anything..." He left the rest of the offer unspoken. Zhaan knew him well enough to know when and how he could be of assistance... knew him better than she should, all things considered. He got the impression that someone had briefed her extensively before he arrived. Who that might have been, he didn't want to think about too much. Doing so would give him false hope.
"Yeah. I never was a fan. Prefer beer myself."
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Zhaan made a face, "Beer. I believe Crichton once attempted to re-create beer in the maintenance bay on the lower hammond-side. The are reeked for weeks and Chiana swore there were bugs living off of it."
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