"Look, Han you gotta work with me here, there's some chick runnin' around the hallway of Lab #16b, snappin' her lip gloss and demanding to talk to somebody, I'm not dealing with her, so that somebody has got to be you."
"Me. We're not even in #16B." Han pulled one hand down his face. "But of course I'm getting wrapped up in it...." He let out a slow sigh and then glanced back up at Vance who was settled squarely in the middle of the entrance of his office, leaned up against the doorframe. He wasn't in the mood for any of this. After dealing with that insane flower dragon until some absurd time of night (Probably around eleven, at least.), he'd spent another hour cleaning and packing up, and then with the forty-five minute drive home, he didn't hit his pillow until around two in the morning... Being forced to be back up and at the facility by the 'ungodly' hour of eight was now killing him. Coffee wouldn't even be able to save him now. Nobody could be saved from feeling horrible on just four and a half hours of sleep. "Look, she can't be that hard to just stick in room for a couple of hours. If she's that desperate to see someone, she'll wait. Have even you got a name off her yet? You do we know she's not just raging, reptile obsessed, teenage lunatic?"
"Addison Marilyn Fiske." Vance rolled his eyes. "She's shouted it at me twice. And the reason why I was sent over here is because she's been yapping something about her dragon, Nymir? I thought that was the name of that skittish tundra dragon y'all are keeping here... But anyway, she seems pretty 'out there' to me... If you know what I mean. Could be loony, I dunno."
"Jesus Christ." Han immediately slumped forward to let his forehead meet his desk. Fiske, was the very last name he wanted to hear right then. He didn't have time to deal with snooty owners, and especially not their children. He'd heard plenty about Addison from her father. More than he probably ever cared to know, about Sean, the son as well. "Tell her...." Han growled. "That she is going to have to wait, that Nymir is fine, and that he's most likely still asleep. It's practically the crack of dawn. We're bringing in our new captain, and I simply do not have the time to entertain some teenage girl and her whims, if anything you're telling me is true."
"Oh it's true." Vance chuckled. "She's madder than a bee in bonnet. I dunno if she's going to listen to me... I don't see why you or Reva can't come get her. People always seems to take you hoity toity scientists more seriously. But hey- This captain, this mean I get to go back to Valhalla?" Vance suddenly changed subjects. "I'm afraid it's being neglected-"
"Yes. You get to go back to your precious Valhalla." Han rolled his eyes and then glanced at his watch. "Fuck! I'm already five minutes late meeting the new captain because of your rambling!" He spat angrily. "Dammit!"
"Well damn." Vance raised a brow lazily as he watched Han shoot up and scramble to gather his things, and then side stepped quickly to let the frantic scientist past.
"Vance, get that girl and take her... Gah, I don't know! Somewhere she's not violating anything- I gotta go!" Han jabbed at his watch a second time and took off down the hallway. He had been told to promptly meet their new captain, Shelly, Shelly Gunner outside the lab. God he hoped he was remembering her name right- "Oh!" Han skidded to a halt as he spotted someone on the outside of the lab's glass doors. She was already here, of course. She was prompt, early even, a military woman according to her resume. Haphazardly Han reached for the door to let the captain inside. "Ah! Shelly Gunner?" He thrust a hand out at her breathlessly and held the door for her at the same time. "Han Caldwell, nice to meet you- I apologize profusely for my tardiness. It's been a bit of a rough morning." He excused lamely. "Thank you for being here, joining our team- It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
"Me. We're not even in #16B." Han pulled one hand down his face. "But of course I'm getting wrapped up in it...." He let out a slow sigh and then glanced back up at Vance who was settled squarely in the middle of the entrance of his office, leaned up against the doorframe. He wasn't in the mood for any of this. After dealing with that insane flower dragon until some absurd time of night (Probably around eleven, at least.), he'd spent another hour cleaning and packing up, and then with the forty-five minute drive home, he didn't hit his pillow until around two in the morning... Being forced to be back up and at the facility by the 'ungodly' hour of eight was now killing him. Coffee wouldn't even be able to save him now. Nobody could be saved from feeling horrible on just four and a half hours of sleep. "Look, she can't be that hard to just stick in room for a couple of hours. If she's that desperate to see someone, she'll wait. Have even you got a name off her yet? You do we know she's not just raging, reptile obsessed, teenage lunatic?"
"Addison Marilyn Fiske." Vance rolled his eyes. "She's shouted it at me twice. And the reason why I was sent over here is because she's been yapping something about her dragon, Nymir? I thought that was the name of that skittish tundra dragon y'all are keeping here... But anyway, she seems pretty 'out there' to me... If you know what I mean. Could be loony, I dunno."
"Jesus Christ." Han immediately slumped forward to let his forehead meet his desk. Fiske, was the very last name he wanted to hear right then. He didn't have time to deal with snooty owners, and especially not their children. He'd heard plenty about Addison from her father. More than he probably ever cared to know, about Sean, the son as well. "Tell her...." Han growled. "That she is going to have to wait, that Nymir is fine, and that he's most likely still asleep. It's practically the crack of dawn. We're bringing in our new captain, and I simply do not have the time to entertain some teenage girl and her whims, if anything you're telling me is true."
"Oh it's true." Vance chuckled. "She's madder than a bee in bonnet. I dunno if she's going to listen to me... I don't see why you or Reva can't come get her. People always seems to take you hoity toity scientists more seriously. But hey- This captain, this mean I get to go back to Valhalla?" Vance suddenly changed subjects. "I'm afraid it's being neglected-"
"Yes. You get to go back to your precious Valhalla." Han rolled his eyes and then glanced at his watch. "Fuck! I'm already five minutes late meeting the new captain because of your rambling!" He spat angrily. "Dammit!"
"Well damn." Vance raised a brow lazily as he watched Han shoot up and scramble to gather his things, and then side stepped quickly to let the frantic scientist past.
"Vance, get that girl and take her... Gah, I don't know! Somewhere she's not violating anything- I gotta go!" Han jabbed at his watch a second time and took off down the hallway. He had been told to promptly meet their new captain, Shelly, Shelly Gunner outside the lab. God he hoped he was remembering her name right- "Oh!" Han skidded to a halt as he spotted someone on the outside of the lab's glass doors. She was already here, of course. She was prompt, early even, a military woman according to her resume. Haphazardly Han reached for the door to let the captain inside. "Ah! Shelly Gunner?" He thrust a hand out at her breathlessly and held the door for her at the same time. "Han Caldwell, nice to meet you- I apologize profusely for my tardiness. It's been a bit of a rough morning." He excused lamely. "Thank you for being here, joining our team- It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."