"Who? Me? But I'm not doing anything!" The objections came creepily in stereo, making Chase happy that he'd seen weirder things in DHARMA. Otherwise he might have shown how freaky weird the stereo speech was.
Especially when the two Murphys glared at one another, "Stop that!"
"Not you," Chase pointed to the prisoner, then to Number 42, "You."
"I think he should continue," Stevens voice came through the broadcast channel into the room.
Chase tried hard not to roll his eyes. (Yeah, she would. Anything to disagree and make this more difficult.) Arguing with the Yank in front of their prisoner or Number 42 was a bad idea, however, so Chase managed to hold his tongue.
"And I think you should report back, Dr. Chase," Stevens added.
Now, that was just rubbing salt in an open room.
"Yeah, Chase, you should report back," Number 42 said, "Wouldn't want to upset the pretty lady doc, would you?"
"Watch yourself, Number 42," Chase growled as he exited the room. He heard the clone swear and mutter behind him, but he didn't look back.
The short walk to the control room gave him enough time to work up a good, angry burn. "What the hell was that about, Stevens?"
"I'm monitoring," Stevens said. She made it sound as though she was discussing the weather. "If Murphy is doing something unusual, we'll have it on record. It could be some form of burgeoning telekinesis, and that's something that Number 42 and his brothers don't have.
"You can watch and record and report with me, or you can sulk and I'll happily claim all the credit."
Chase glared at her for good measure. "Well, who am I to argue with the chance to interfere with your career advancement?"
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Date: 2007-02-13 12:52 am (UTC)"Who? Me? But I'm not doing anything!" The objections came creepily in stereo, making Chase happy that he'd seen weirder things in DHARMA. Otherwise he might have shown how freaky weird the stereo speech was.
Especially when the two Murphys glared at one another, "Stop that!"
"Not you," Chase pointed to the prisoner, then to Number 42, "You."
"I think he should continue," Stevens voice came through the broadcast channel into the room.
Chase tried hard not to roll his eyes. (Yeah, she would. Anything to disagree and make this more difficult.) Arguing with the Yank in front of their prisoner or Number 42 was a bad idea, however, so Chase managed to hold his tongue.
"And I think you should report back, Dr. Chase," Stevens added.
Now, that was just rubbing salt in an open room.
"Yeah, Chase, you should report back," Number 42 said, "Wouldn't want to upset the pretty lady doc, would you?"
"Watch yourself, Number 42," Chase growled as he exited the room. He heard the clone swear and mutter behind him, but he didn't look back.
The short walk to the control room gave him enough time to work up a good, angry burn. "What the hell was that about, Stevens?"
"I'm monitoring," Stevens said. She made it sound as though she was discussing the weather. "If Murphy is doing something unusual, we'll have it on record. It could be some form of burgeoning telekinesis, and that's something that Number 42 and his brothers don't have.
"You can watch and record and report with me, or you can sulk and I'll happily claim all the credit."
Chase glared at her for good measure. "Well, who am I to argue with the chance to interfere with your career advancement?"