Day 49
"Morning Muscles."
He lugs the bag from the kitchen garbage, expertly double wrapped by none other than herself, towards the Waste Depository Room.
"Good Morning Vala Mal Doran." Greets without even a groan as he tosses the bag over his shoulder like the fat man who breaks into multiple households and eats up all the cookies during the Tau'ri winter. "I hope sleep sought you well."
Barely slept at all between nightmares and voices. Cameron wanted a night to himself, which granted she's more than happy to oblige and have some peaceful time alone, only time alone isn't exactly peaceful any longer.
"Fine. I believe I figured it out."
"Figured what out?"
"That us being stuck on this ship, is part of a larger experiment, I mean the Asgardians did just happen to give us the lottery of their entire complied knowledge, what if they're testing to see if we're worthy."
He narrows his eyes at her, tired of her antics, her need to find reason in things that have none, but he bares a grin while tossing the sack of trash into the room as if it was a pillow. "Perhaps there is no reasoning behind our stasis. Perhaps it is just destiny."
"Forgive the implication, Muscles, but I'm destined for far greater things than being stuck on this ship for the rest of my life."
