Malos doesn't have a thanks in him, right now, but he watches with moderate interest. It's not the kind of thing he knows how to do, and he likes knowing how to do things.
"Yeah, that's a good question," he agrees. Data! He's much better with data. "Maybe it was the same thing that brought us here to begin with. Or maybe they decided they wanted to see what all the commotion was. I'd be starved for other people if I went too long without." Why else did he keep going back to gloat to Amalthus, anyway? Before he had Jin to go to, instead. "Or maybe they went to get food - I see cups, but no plates. Humans generally can't go without food - though I guess I don't know if the people on this planet were human, even if their ghosts were pretty human-shaped. They probably needed food, though, 'else Ship wouldn't bother with cooking it for us."
He lets that sit for a minute, but even then, he's itching.
"No, that can't be all of it," he says, snappish. "The old blood, the lack of dust - the only way in here was through that other room, wasn't it? Should I ask where they were getting their water, or if they were getting it at all? Why does it feel like time in this room - froze. How does that even make sense?"
And, to rule out one other avenue: he is looking around to see if he sees any mirrors. Not that he really thinks the goddamn controls is where someone would keep a mirror, but, you know. He pokes his head into the employee lounge, too, to check - he can't recall if there were any in there or not, either, given all of the... excitement.
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Malos doesn't have a thanks in him, right now, but he watches with moderate interest. It's not the kind of thing he knows how to do, and he likes knowing how to do things.
"Yeah, that's a good question," he agrees. Data! He's much better with data. "Maybe it was the same thing that brought us here to begin with. Or maybe they decided they wanted to see what all the commotion was. I'd be starved for other people if I went too long without." Why else did he keep going back to gloat to Amalthus, anyway? Before he had Jin to go to, instead. "Or maybe they went to get food - I see cups, but no plates. Humans generally can't go without food - though I guess I don't know if the people on this planet were human, even if their ghosts were pretty human-shaped. They probably needed food, though, 'else Ship wouldn't bother with cooking it for us."
He lets that sit for a minute, but even then, he's itching.
"No, that can't be all of it," he says, snappish. "The old blood, the lack of dust - the only way in here was through that other room, wasn't it? Should I ask where they were getting their water, or if they were getting it at all? Why does it feel like time in this room - froze. How does that even make sense?"
And, to rule out one other avenue: he is looking around to see if he sees any mirrors. Not that he really thinks the goddamn controls is where someone would keep a mirror, but, you know. He pokes his head into the employee lounge, too, to check - he can't recall if there were any in there or not, either, given all of the... excitement.