[Miller watches Rinzler, considering the offer of help after it's spoken. He knows they'll still come after his limbs, and he needs the clearance. He needs help. This man is already on the line and ready, rather than contacting people who are likely already occupied and protecting important ship functions.]
[He sighs out his nose and closes his eyes tightly behind his glasses. Okay. He'll have to do this. His pride has always been iffy- torn different ways. He wants to succeed without assistance or pity, but he's learned that doesn't work. Even the necessity for it is wounding. But a greater wound to his pride is being weak to those things out there. And if he needs help? So be it.]
They're not attacking just any humans. I have prosthetics. One's damaged. I can't walk alone.
[The last sentence could practically be an admission of defeat.]
no subject
[He sighs out his nose and closes his eyes tightly behind his glasses. Okay. He'll have to do this. His pride has always been iffy- torn different ways. He wants to succeed without assistance or pity, but he's learned that doesn't work. Even the necessity for it is wounding. But a greater wound to his pride is being weak to those things out there. And if he needs help? So be it.]
They're not attacking just any humans. I have prosthetics. One's damaged. I can't walk alone.
[The last sentence could practically be an admission of defeat.]
Yes.
I need help.