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"I don't mind research when it's something fun. I'd much rather be looking up genetic things than this, but I suppose one job is as grueling as another, yes?" Turning her attention to the tape as they watched the peryton moving through his daily activities. Fast forwarding through the tines when he was sleeping, it was still hours later before anything interesting happened. She frowned as he began moving suddenly. "He's not supposed to be up yet. And he's agitated." Indeed the peryton on screen was tossing his head and snorting as well as pawing.

Glancing at the time scrolling across the bottom of the screen, she grabbed Eric's arm and shook him. Silly man had fallen asleep. "Eric! I can't turn the sound on...but something's happening. Someone's in there with him!" Glancing over at him and slapping at his arm as she began typing codes that weren't doing anything.

"You know how Jelly sleeps?" Blinking at him a moment and then frowning at the screen. Nothing was coming through the speakers but rustling sounds of movement. "Is someone in there to kidnap him?" How strange was that? And where would they possibly go when they were in space? "Scratch that."

Frowning again, she signaled to him to hush. "Go back some. Back to when he first became agitated. Is there another camera we can access? Maybe something that faces outside his enclosure?" She was slightly familiar with the setup of the recording system but this was just too strange. "And turn it up. We can't hear anything."

"We've spent enough time together. At a certain time of night it's pretty safe to assume that short of an explosion, you're not going to wake her up till morning." But he played with buttons and volume as she asked and indeed there was at least one voice on the tape. Switching to a camera across the way and adjusting the picture settings revealed what the animal was so upset about. "Okay, how many times do I tell those new techs they are not allowed in enclosures." That just pissed him off.

"Yes but they also have certain expectations. Just because they have it back adn move it and such they have trouble accepting it. It's different from how they thought it would go. Bionics still are not silent, you can hear the components sometimes, they're heavier, depending on the model you have more less working component exposed. You should pick out a few of the worst and clinical trial them with that skin thing Lena and Jess have been doing. See if it makes a difference."

"Ah classic movie." He smiled to the notion before making a dismissive motion. "But might as well just pull the switch show. Have a fake and a real." However it was back to the ever so popular subject of his godchild. "Despite her temper, I'd say she's doing rather well...save the murdering of a rather large numbers of dounuts and coffee. You see Jess, I would be more than happy to give into her needs of such sorts. If they weren't all in her head that is."

Crossing his arms he nodded at them. "Sure, I admit. There's actual pain there. Extensive bioware is shown in study to indeed cause extended pain for a number of years until it settles into and is fully accepted by the body. But it's not nearly as bad as she thinks it is. Yes it's bad enough sometimes to make her limp and make her sore, that's just how it is. But it's not bad enough for her to snocker herself. That's her mind projecting. If she didn't dwell, she'd notice it wasn't as bad."

Shrugging. "Granted...it didn't help that Norrington banged her up either. Which I'm still convinced that he set something off kilter in there and that's also causing her some problems and probably needs fixing. I so much as look at her with a screw driver in hand though and she disappears." He chuckled to that though. "Which is why I do allow her a little something, just nothing like she's used to doing. And why I encourage him," jerking a thumb at James, "to keep her occupied and or relaxed."

"James is right though, memories are what make us who we are. If we went back and changed even one single thing, we'd be different people. Lena torments herself because she refuses to give up what caused the mess. Science is her life. She gets that trait from her father. Jack never gave up something that was worth anything, especially if he was the greatest obstacle.

"Somehow I feel strangely applauled. One really shouldn't work where they play or play where they work. It just gets distracting when you mind begins to wander in either direction." He gave a snicker to the absurd nature of it all. "We could run access logs. But at the same time my dear Wires, this could be a case of technology trick playing. In the sense that if you jam a pen in one of the doors just right, you don't need a microchip pass to get through them. Maybe they're resourceful. Or you're right and they're just that stupid to not remeber that we log everything."

"Then why don't you two spend some womanly time together other than working, if you want to help and disagree with us men. One more reason for her to be distracted from things. That and there is the fact that women just naturally talk when together." Chuckling lightly at them both. "I'm waiting for the hyper mania to set in. She'll be all bouncy and nonstop over depressive from drugs this time." Hey he could have a sense of humor about it.

"The question is who's brave enough to take that risk I suppose. I'm sure someone will though."

"You can pick Joey. He's contemplating the possibility of needing a bionic hand. I've offered to smash his meaty hand for the sake of progress." Her voice was amused at it came over the communication system mounted at Jessica's desk, obviously catching the tail end of conversation.

Of course some rustling said that she wasn't alone, and Joey's voice to follow told the tale of where she was and how much she was tormenting people. "Don't listen to her! Sheeh, Trevs. Give you an inch and you take a mile."

"But it would be fun."

"For you."

"Mostly, yes. Anyway...tell Joey I can have as much coffee as I want. He's being mean about it."

"She's had three cups just while she's been with me, one of which she was drinking when she came here, and she's had two donuts."

"I ate a sandwich too...that sucked up some of the sugar and caffeine. And no, you can't be nice about taking his hand off if I can't have coffee. You'd think everyone would be telling me to watch it because I'll get all fat and such but no. It's no comas."

"Can we stop talking about that? It was just a thought. And you just need two more donuts to go up that pant size you're striving for."

"Excuse me. I have to remove his hand with a butterknife now." A startled noise from the man she was with followed by the clicking off of the comms pretty much said she was going to hurt him now.

Which got a chuckle from him. "The funny part is that I could see her doing that."

Pike was humming a little as he was walking through the ship, he had a reason to be humming. Earlier he was working with another co-worker back on the ship he belonged too. Aside from actually fixing a few things about his battery, he had noticed that she was feeling a bit lonely, for aside from her constant questioning she was very touchy and kept herself very close; also there was the fact she told him that they could test it privately somewhere else, giving him a slight squeeze in a place which made him blush. So when he left her he was given a room number and a small pat on the butt before he was truly allowed to walk away, at least he had a good idea what he would be doing later on that night.

But at the moment Adam's thoughts were interrupted when a man ran into him. After making a noise and regaining his balance he turned to the man, who happened to be one of those who took the mechanical implants onto themselves, and blinked in confusion. "What's going on?"

"She's after me man! With a butterknife!" A panicked look was across the man's face.

"Huh?" Adam blinked a few times and popped up an eyebrow. "Who is...what?" Okay maybe he was a little too absorbed into his thoughts lately.