[ it's not an answer, and he knows it. he also knows he probably isn't very trustworthy as a disembodied voice, so he walks out a little further toward the edge of the large cabinet he's on, waving. ]
Over here. Hi. I'm uhh, I'm Ray. [ still waving. ]
( there's a small frown at his definitely not an answer before angela turns at his urging, eyes still trying to track the voice with the new direction before she sees-- something.
stepping closer to the cabinet that something becomes a very tiny person. one that is waving.
angela holds a hand out, a little platform for him to step on from the cabinet so that she can get a better look at him. she'd been injured, angela would guess, and he had been shrunk? )
Have you ever thought about inter-dimensional travel, Dr. Ziegler?
[ he carefully makes his way into the palm of her hand as he talks, and takes a seat with the assumption that she'd probably move him closer. he's practiced in his movements, which could mean he's done this plenty of times. ]
( if they were not having this conversation angela would probably laugh at his movements. she does, as predicted, lift her hand higher, and closer to her face to be able to see him better, smiling a little.
his question, on the other hand, makes her think of lena. it isn't inter-dimensional travel, and though it was more winston's area she'd needed to understand the effects on lena in a medical sense. time-hopping, effectively. she'd kept a very close eye on the young woman during her first mission, and in the years since. always, still, a point of call for her -- safer than bringing their friend into the picture )
Sometimes, though I could tell you someone who could talk to you more about them.
( that wasn't to say that she couldn't follow and give him a good conversation herself )
( there's a gentle frown as angela considers what he's saying, and though she has the concept in mind, and a similar reference frame with lena, for both of them to have been taken elsewhere-- )
And, coincidentally, you awoke first?
( there's a gentle hint of disbelief in her voice. though she believes the concept it is very suspicious. and with that gesturing at himself too. just in case what, exactly? )
( such optimism, and though angela certainly prefers looking on the more positive side of things it's concerning that he's unable to re-affect himself. she knows the risks of experimental science herself, though nothing that angela had done to herself had resulted in anything so serious )
Perhaps we should consider returning you to your normal size.
( and they were in a medical room. she may be able to determine some things here )
If you describe what you did I may be able to assist you with the effort.
[ he stays seated, still comfortable. he's been this small for months on end before, and it seems that he's still comfortable with the situation now. his hands gesture where he lounges, as he would were he his full six-foot-something size. ]
I mean, ideally, I'd like to have the suit that enables it, even if it wasn't working. At least then I could get around a little easier. But this way, a single cookie is a week's worth of treats.
( he certainly does seem comfortable with it, not sounding distressed at all. it isn't enough to make angela relax about it though, not when this is something that has been done to him )
But certainly, there's more you can do if you were your full size. ( there's then a pause, with angela remembering what else he'd said ) You mentioned other people. What happened to them?
( she's turning already, slowly not to shake him too much, towards the door, raising her other hand to get him to swap over. her arm was getting tired )
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[ it's not an answer, and he knows it. he also knows he probably isn't very trustworthy as a disembodied voice, so he walks out a little further toward the edge of the large cabinet he's on, waving. ]
Over here. Hi. I'm uhh, I'm Ray. [ still waving. ]
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stepping closer to the cabinet that something becomes a very tiny person. one that is waving.
angela holds a hand out, a little platform for him to step on from the cabinet so that she can get a better look at him. she'd been injured, angela would guess, and he had been shrunk? )
Grüezi.
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[ he carefully makes his way into the palm of her hand as he talks, and takes a seat with the assumption that she'd probably move him closer. he's practiced in his movements, which could mean he's done this plenty of times. ]
Wormholes, some people call them.
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his question, on the other hand, makes her think of lena. it isn't inter-dimensional travel, and though it was more winston's area she'd needed to understand the effects on lena in a medical sense. time-hopping, effectively. she'd kept a very close eye on the young woman during her first mission, and in the years since. always, still, a point of call for her -- safer than bringing their friend into the picture )
Sometimes, though I could tell you someone who could talk to you more about them.
( that wasn't to say that she couldn't follow and give him a good conversation herself )
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[ does he sound guilty? he sounds pretty guilty. ]
This is the intake facility. Sometimes people suffer weird side effects after the jump, so they bring us here when they find us. Just in case...
[ he gestures at himself. ]
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And, coincidentally, you awoke first?
( there's a gentle hint of disbelief in her voice. though she believes the concept it is very suspicious. and with that gesturing at himself too. just in case what, exactly? )
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[ tiny shrug! he's trying to look on the bright side. ]
Though sometimes it's fine, too. You seem like you're unaffected, and one of my friends was on her feet pretty fast too.
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How were you affected? You're not supposed to be that size, no. What did they do?
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[ insert sheepish blush here ]
But when I woke up here, the technology I use to do it wasn't with me. But you know. It could be worse!
[ he's alive! ]
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Perhaps we should consider returning you to your normal size.
( and they were in a medical room. she may be able to determine some things here )
If you describe what you did I may be able to assist you with the effort.
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[ he stays seated, still comfortable. he's been this small for months on end before, and it seems that he's still comfortable with the situation now. his hands gesture where he lounges, as he would were he his full six-foot-something size. ]
I mean, ideally, I'd like to have the suit that enables it, even if it wasn't working. At least then I could get around a little easier. But this way, a single cookie is a week's worth of treats.
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( he certainly does seem comfortable with it, not sounding distressed at all. it isn't enough to make angela relax about it though, not when this is something that has been done to him )
But certainly, there's more you can do if you were your full size. ( there's then a pause, with angela remembering what else he'd said ) You mentioned other people. What happened to them?
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Do you want to stretch your legs?
[ the answer to her question lies in the other rooms, and he figures it's easier to see it than to hear it from a small man. ]
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( she's turning already, slowly not to shake him too much, towards the door, raising her other hand to get him to swap over. her arm was getting tired )