✞ || 11TH CROSS || [ACCIDENTAL VIDEO]

[unetrustworthy]

[The screen flickers on, though at a glance it is difficult to tell.  Wherever Midii is, it's dark.  Like the middle of a forest under a new moon.]

[After a moment, something jostles the camera, and it switches to infrared vision.  The young girl is clearly visible now, though the expression on her face is even more difficult to read than usual.

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[Action duh] Because I am amazing

[notwhelmed]

[Dick is crouching next to you, head tilted slightly. His sunglasses were perched on the top of his head. He moved them there so he could make a thorough check.

Is he legitimately concerned? Duh.

He looks around before he scoops her up.] Troublesome. [He's just going to slowly make his way back to their room.]

[Action duh] Yes you are

[unetrustworthy]

[The movement gradually brings her back to a state of semi-consciousness. Her head turns to him, but she does not open her eyes.]

N...Nanashii?

/preens

[notwhelmed]

[He doesn't put her down. He's too busy being a good kid and helping her out.]

Dude. Not my name. Could you totally not pass out in the middle of a corridor like that? People actually get concerned when people do that. Even I'm not above being worried you know.

/whatanego

[unetrustworthy]

[Her eyelids flutter open, and she looks up at him. Now confused. There is a slight ache in her stomach, but nothing compared to the sharp, stinging pain she had been expecting]

Robin? What...what's going on?

/Regretsnothing

[notwhelmed]

I'd like to honestly know. You should go check the network. I think you posted to it without wanting to. But how much anyone actually understands it probably pertains to how much they know you.

[Walk walk walk.] Finding you wasn't a walk in the park even with using your Guide to pinpoint your location.

/yeahmeneither

[unetrustworthy]

[Frown]

Why? What happened on the--

[Her eyes widen slightly, and she reaches for her stomach]

Wait, I remember! I was...home...only not. And then he shot me--right in the--only I'm not--

Was I dreaming?

[notwhelmed]

Woah.

[He raises a brow.]

Should I be taking you to the room or maybe somewhere to get medical assistance?

It sounds more like you're hallucinating or something. Seeing things? Feeling things? I don't know, but that doesn't sound safe or healthy. You sure you're okay right now? Sheesh.

[unetrustworthy]

Maybe...I should go to the med bay...

[She hates it there, but he has a point; even if it was only a hallucinating, why was she hallucinating?]

Though I don't see anything now. Just you.

[notwhelmed]

I can take you there. It doesn't matter to me.

[He would call you fat like a little troll, but this is serious business. He'll call you fat when you're not hallucinating.]

If you look down the hall, you'll see the hall and not me. [Haha, funny kid.]

[unetrustworthy]

N-no, it's okay. I think I can walk on my own.

[He already tried calling her fat once. DIdn't work then, wouldn't work now.]

Thank you for stating the obvious. I appreciate it. [/must be feeling better already, judging by the sarcasm]

[notwhelmed]

You sure? No weak ankles? No more gun shots? [The first one was meant to be humorous, but judging by his tone with the latter, he's worried. As much as he's trying to play off he isn't.

Maybe that's why he keeps calling her fat.]

Here I was worried about you. You seem fine now. [Still hasn't put you down yet though. Maybe Dick knows a thing about really terrible hallucinations or nightmares.]

[unetrustworthy]

[She recognizes the concern behind his lame humor, and offers a weak smile.]

Walking might help clear my head a bit. But...I'd like it if you walked with me. In case there is something wrong, y'know?

[The smile disappears soon enough, however, as a thought occurs to her]

Why did I hallucinate? I thought the Drive was already turned off for the month.

[notwhelmed]

[He gently puts her back down.]

I can walk with you. I'm not doing anything at the moment. [It's why he reacted so quickly to finding her.] I'll make sure nothing goes wrong, whatever.

It might be like the perfume incident I ran into before. We could test to see if there's something in your system or something going around the ship. Check anything that might alter the usual levels of the ship for some reason.

[unetrustworthy]

Thanks, Robin. I can always count on you.

[Her lips press tightly together as she think back--she remembered how that perfume stuff had given him horrific night terrors. But if there had been any perfume in the area, it was odorless. No way of knowing.]

That's a good idea. Especially if this is something ship-wide; other people might want to know about it.

I know Lady Une certainly would, at the very least.

[/trying to take her mind off the hallucination, for fear she might break down again if she thought about it too hard]

[notwhelmed]

Of course. But right now I'm Dick. So Dick is alright.

[Hey look, you are allowed to call him Dick. Isn't that cool?]

I'll do a scan of the ship for anything that seems out of place. If nothing shows up, it might be something that I can't detect. [Technology probably wouldn't pick up the influx in magic sadly. And he has no way to acquire anything that might most likely.] You should inform Lady Une about what's happening. She'd be worried right?

[unetrustworthy]

Whatever you want, Dick.

[Very cool. Except she's probably going to slip and keep calling him Robin out of habit]

"Worried" isn't the term I would use, exactly. At least, not regarding myself. But she would be concerned for the ship as a whole.