As though summoned by her words, Chloe and Millie entered the kitchen. Chloe immediately pointed out the identity of the man with the cane, and Ami wondered how she missed it. Dr. House, whom she'd referred to as a sexist, a racist, and all around asshole. (Maybe amnesia will be good for him.)
That was right when Scott prompted her, /I thought you said you didn't care./
/About what?/ Ami asked. She felt confusion from him and a twinge of hurt, which told her that he wasn't referring to her thoughts on Dr. House.
/The . . . alien./
Thoroughly confused, Ami met his gaze across the room. /Why would I care if Kenzaki's an alien? I'm just trying to --/ She stopped as it clicked. Giving him a smile, Ami pushed a pulse of reassurance in his direction. /I wrote that Kenzaki was an alien. With very dangerous looking body armor or something. I'm just trying to reconcile that description with this nice young man in the kitchen./
The urge to walk over to Scott and wrap her arms around him was strong. Ami forced herself to stay put and tend to the soup. /I meant what I said. I don't care about your genetics. I actually don't care about anyone's genetics/ As she said it, Ami realized that it was true. Once the initial shock wore off, she hadn't much cared about Ripley being part-alien or about the Doctor being all alien. Aliens, psychics, and whatnot all seemed to go hand-in-hand in this place.
Remembering how the information deluge had freaked Scott earlier, she thought that maybe mentioning Kenzaki's deadly-looking power armor might not be such a good idea. Hurriedly, Ami continued. /Anyway, I fell in love with you once and if we don't get our memories back,/ Ami shuddered at the thought and didn't reflect on it for long, /I'm plenty ready to do it all over again. You're not going to get rid of me that easily./
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Date: 2007-03-16 08:42 pm (UTC)That was right when Scott prompted her, /I thought you said you didn't care./
/About what?/ Ami asked. She felt confusion from him and a twinge of hurt, which told her that he wasn't referring to her thoughts on Dr. House.
/The . . . alien./
Thoroughly confused, Ami met his gaze across the room. /Why would I care if Kenzaki's an alien? I'm just trying to --/ She stopped as it clicked. Giving him a smile, Ami pushed a pulse of reassurance in his direction. /I wrote that Kenzaki was an alien. With very dangerous looking body armor or something. I'm just trying to reconcile that description with this nice young man in the kitchen./
The urge to walk over to Scott and wrap her arms around him was strong. Ami forced herself to stay put and tend to the soup. /I meant what I said. I don't care about your genetics. I actually don't care about anyone's genetics/ As she said it, Ami realized that it was true. Once the initial shock wore off, she hadn't much cared about Ripley being part-alien or about the Doctor being all alien. Aliens, psychics, and whatnot all seemed to go hand-in-hand in this place.
Remembering how the information deluge had freaked Scott earlier, she thought that maybe mentioning Kenzaki's deadly-looking power armor might not be such a good idea. Hurriedly, Ami continued. /Anyway, I fell in love with you once and if we don't get our memories back,/ Ami shuddered at the thought and didn't reflect on it for long, /I'm plenty ready to do it all over again. You're not going to get rid of me that easily./