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yes, i think i rather would. i'll wait near the lift for you, puny vampire who cannot rentaghost.

How incredibly noble of you O generous ghost
I'll try to hurry my puny legs since your time is so precious

how precious can my time be? it's not like I'm going anywhere

Well if you're set on being depressing about it

[Anyways, she hasn't long to wait, precious time or no, because a moment later and here's the lift, and here's Mitchell as well, glancing around for explorer ghost.]

Mitchell!

[She gives him a grin when she sees him, because Mitchell]

Welcome to the third floor.

Hey, hiya--

[He grins back, because Annie.]

Thanks, it's very... familiar. Like I've seen it before, at least twenty other times, all in the last few minutes while goin' past it on a lift. What are we exploring?

Whatever may be down here.

[Mostly she's killing time]

A vague statement of purpose. I like it.

[He offers her his hand.]

C'mon. I think I see some whatever down this way--

[She reaches and grips tight]

Did you really just come down to help me poke about?

Yeah, sure. Why not?

[He swings her hand back and forth a little as they walk, though he's avoiding her eye a little--or, well, not avoiding, just looking forward.]

Though I was thinking t' ask you if you've managed sleep at all.

Well I don't really, you know. Sleep.

[She can sometimes close her eyes and time passes but it's not really sleep]

Yeah, I remember that from that whole waking-up-and-finding-you-watching-me-sleep revelation, from when you first got here, but-- I don't know. Some things are different on this ship, thought maybe that might be one of them.

No-

[She gives a shrug]

Still dead, still unable to sleep.

All right, yeah, sorry. Thanks for the update.

[He glances down at their hands, their fingers, twined together. There's that cold prickle at his palm, same as always when he's got her hand.]

It's-- weird. I've been having these... really good dreams.

Oh!

Well, that's not bad is it?

Yeah, I'm not complaining. I'm just-- saying.

[He shrugs, a bit sharply, like he's trying to shrug it all off.]

Ah, I don't know. D'you know what I hate, I hate when people start goin' on and on about their dreams, like you even care. It's worse small talk than the weather.

[Pause]

I kind of like it.

Do you want to talk about your dreams?

[He snorts.]

Oh, yeah, of course you'd like it. No, I don't, thanks--after I just said I hate when people talk about their dreams?

What does that mean, of course -

[Mitchell, honestly]

Are you saying I'm boring?

What?

[oh shit]

No! You're not boring, I meant-- you're genuinely interested in people.

Well, I don't dream anymore, it's been a long time. It's nice to remember, sometimes.

[oh hell now he can't refuse her--]

They're not all that interesting. Mostly dreams are just-- boring shite, forgetting your keys half a thousand times and then you end up back in a house you haven't lived in for years. Those are the ones everyone has all the time, they're nothing t' write home about.

What about the good ones?

[She wants to know the good dreams, too.]

Ah, I dunno--

[He swings her hand again, stalling for time, but--]

They're not much better. Really disjointed, just... there was this hill, and everything was really far off. And a fire, just a campfire. And it was really quiet, so you could here some music off, in the distance, like there was a party goin' on, or a carnival, or something.

[Quickly, he shrugs.]

See? Nothing that you're missing.

Do you ever think about your parents?

[Yes she realizes he is over a hundred years old well them's the breaks.]

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