T'Pol had tried the CES twice already; when she'd first encountered rain, she'd abandoned the escapade, adjusting her schedule to try later. She occasionally like meditating somewhere other than her room. But the second time she tried had been just as wet; though before she left again, she noted that there was something off about the weather.
So when she returned for the third time, it was with an umbrella (complete with Starfleet insignia), and her PADD. She wandered the area, taking what readings she could - the PADD wasn't a tricorder, and it was less adept in taking scans.
It was most likely luck that she found Merlin at all; the blood was the reason she didn't excuse herself. Making her way to his side, T'Pol crouched, turning the PADD on the young man instead of the environment around her. "Merlin."
Merlin just blanked on her completely for a moment, then blinked and let his rigid body relax a little. He wasn't really hurt at all - a few superficial wounds from his encounter with Loki, but nothing worse.
The PADD was tucked into a pocket in her jacket, so she could reach for his shoulder lightly. "How long have you been out here?" According to her scans, long enough to get himself sick. She was careful to keep the umbrella over him.
"A while," Merlin said lamely. "I was going to come back in soon."
He didn't really know how true that was. Usually he wasn't allowed to focus on his bad moods; he never had the opportunity to be alone for long enough for his mind to drift anywhere really dark. On the Barge, though...he had more than enough opportunity to run and hide. And without an Inmate to worry about, he didn't even really feel bad about it.
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So when she returned for the third time, it was with an umbrella (complete with Starfleet insignia), and her PADD. She wandered the area, taking what readings she could - the PADD wasn't a tricorder, and it was less adept in taking scans.
It was most likely luck that she found Merlin at all; the blood was the reason she didn't excuse herself. Making her way to his side, T'Pol crouched, turning the PADD on the young man instead of the environment around her. "Merlin."
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"Hiya, T'Pol." Yeah, he can pronounce it now.
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He didn't really know how true that was. Usually he wasn't allowed to focus on his bad moods; he never had the opportunity to be alone for long enough for his mind to drift anywhere really dark. On the Barge, though...he had more than enough opportunity to run and hide. And without an Inmate to worry about, he didn't even really feel bad about it.
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