[He recognizes the voice, and the colorful flavor of the threat. He slides on the floor a little as he tries to make his way over, his wobbly legs giving a little, and he has to catch himself on one of the tubes with a hard breath. He feels weak, but he knows the feeling. Feels like when they bring him out of cryo, except he's not so cold this time. It's more the wet and the chill of the air, not the fading feeling of the frost.]
--Cable?
[There's familiarity to the voice, and he hasn't found the sheets yet. Was just struggling along on his wobbling legs, when he heard him, and he gravitates toward the sound like a moth to a fire. His lips curl when he sees him even if it's on the ground.]
no subject
--Cable?
[There's familiarity to the voice, and he hasn't found the sheets yet. Was just struggling along on his wobbling legs, when he heard him, and he gravitates toward the sound like a moth to a fire. His lips curl when he sees him even if it's on the ground.]
Never know what they might be into.