[Oh, he thinks she won't be able to do it. That's exactly what his taunting says.]
Once I gain some weight back, you'll regret teasing me.
[The fact that she's smiling probably ruins the effect of her trying to act tough. They've walked a short distance but they've already reached a door they can mess around with, and she slaps at his hand to get him to pay attention as she nods over toward it. This is as good of a place as any to start, right?]
[ he glances up when she slaps his hand, then beelines for the door and gestures for karen and max to stay behind him. once he's sure no one's getting any stupid ideas, he approaches and starts feeling along the seams of the door to try and get the panel to pop out. when he doesn't find anything immediately, he kneels down and looks a little closer. ]
You been eating okay? I could teach you my workout if you want to put back on some muscle.
[She keeps back for about ten seconds before crouching and leaning over his shoulder to watch what he's doing. It's a miracle she doesn't shove her hand toward the door, but her door fear keeps her from doing that.
For now.]
I've skipped a few meals on days I didn't feel well or got caught up with work. Are you sure you don't mind teaching me?
Keep Max back. [ he warns, knowing she won't heed his warnings for her own sake for long. he starts to nod to her question when he hits some invisible button or lever. and just like the panels in the wall, a panel opens out of the door with a keypad and frank gasps softly. well, there we go, her lead was true. ]
Sure, um. I mean, yeah. [ he wets his lips and starts thinking of likely codes. birthdays and stuff like that, but he knows nothing about these people. where does he even start? ]
[Karen definitely won't heed his warnings for her own sake. But Max she loves about as much as she might her own child, so she grabs hold of his collar and very gently keeps him back far enough that harm won't come to him if something happens. That grip on his collar loosens when the panel with keypad comes out of the door. She gasps along with him, and very nearly pushes his hands away so she can mess with it herself.
Stopping short of doing that, she tries to think quickly about numbers and combinations that might have some meaning to the station.]
We need to find the rest of the manual. All the codes are probably listed in there.
[She's guessing they're random computer generated access codes.]
What if the manual is inside the doors? [ that's what he's convinced of anyway because it sounds confident. ]
If we know how many digits they are, we can try every possible combination and start to narrow it down. But if there's a lock-out protocol- [ they have to be careful. he's just thinking aloud at this point. ] Or it decides to eat us again. [ he shoots her a look, noticing how she keeps getting closer and just barely holding back his sigh. at least this doesn't seem as dangerous as trying to force the doors open. ]
[She insists on it after hitting at his shoulder for even daring to suggest a door might eat her again. Just because she's edging in close doesn't mean the door will try killing her again. She hopes. But she can't let her fear keep her from being the one that cracks this case.
Not that there's much of a case, but getting a door open manually and finding the manual would help her mood and feelings of worthlessness. ]
Don't press anything yet. Just...let's stop and think for a minute. Can you remember seeing any series of numbers posted on the walls or anywhere on the station?
I'm not. [ he assures, still squintly at the display as he moves over so she can get a better look too. ] A pin is usually 4 or 5 digits, that would make the most sense, probably.
[ she knows he has a good memory, but he has to cycle back through it a moment. he shuts his eyes to facilitate remembering, but nothing is springing immediately to mind. after a pause, he shakes his head and opens his eys to look at her again, suddenly much closer than she was a moment ago. ]
We don't know for sure if it will lock us out for trying. So, I don't know, just try 1-2-3-4 and see what it does.
[Failing's important because they can learn from it and see what happens. If they input enough wrong codes and the system doesn't shut them out, it means they can try as many different conversations as they want.
Her excitement about that shows on her face as he looks back to her, and she realizes just how close they're pressed in together. Whatever she was about to say dies on the tip of her tongue, but she's able to shake herself out of it and reach over his shoulder to try putting in the combination of numbers herself.]
[ he nods, about to obey her when she leans over his shoulder to do it herself. that works too. the system lights up red - wrong code. but it doesn't give them any other warnings. ]
[Nodding, she types in four random numbers without even looking to see what they are. That too blinks red and she huffs in frustration. Like the door is obligated to open after two tries.
Three attempts later, and she's frowning in deep concentration.
She keeps trying, one hand wrapped around Max's collar while the other plugs away at the keypad. Eventually something has to work, right? She loses track of how many different attempts she's made when finally the system doesn't light up red.
Wait -]
Does that mean we're in?
[He can try to open the door. Like hell she's going to push her way through it.]
So I realized today that I haven't seen you or talked to you in like forever which is weird. We totally have mutual friends! Why don't we ever hang out???
Is it because you're solving mysteries? Frank told me all about how you're awesome at it. If you need to get back to that, totally fine by me. I just thought I'd say hi. :))
[ miller and karen are both leaving their rooms at the same time, which is odd. she usually is a "morning person" much to his chagrin. which is to say she's still up from the night before so he can't actually take too much of an issue with it. his hat is on his head at a angle, hair that's starting to grow out messily curling at his nape. and there's one thing of note she may not have seen on his person before - his rhino, jammed unceremoniously into the back pocket of his jumpsuit.
he freezes when max issues a low growl in warning, turning and lifting his hands so the dog doesn't get any ideas. ]
Hey there, partner. Just taking my legs for a spin. Surely that's not against the law? [ he lifts his eyebrows after addressing the dog and meets karen's eyes. they clearly say: please don't let me get eaten today thanks. ]
[Since she had that nice night of restless sleep with Frank, she feels like she doesn't need to sleep every other night. She's on her way to the mess hall to get something that slightly resembles coffee and some food for Max. Seeing Miller leaving his room at the same time as her isn't that surprising. He keeps hours similar to her own.
Max's growling earns a gentle hand placed atop his head, and she gives a soft command for him to stand down. Whether or not he'll listen, she's not sure. He's just as protective of her as Frank is, and tends to not do well with men he doesn't know yet. ]
Max, Miller is a friend. He won't hurt us.
[Her eyebrows arch expectantly, almost as if she expects him to explain to the dog that he's not a threat at all. At the same time, her hand slips to gently grab hold of Max's collar. It's more a safety precaution than anything.]
[ he takes a half step towards her and max starts barking. he blows out a breath, trying not to let it effect him- ] Won't hurt you, maybe. Maybe he's never seen a Belter before, like I've never seen a dog. [ he looks from the dog and back to karen. he hangs out with naomi so no, miller. your nationality isn't the issue. ]
[Well, she guesses that makes sense. She's always just assumed that everyone's seen dogs their entire lives. Max barks and she crouches down carefully, her dress making it feel awkward.]
He doesn't like men very much. It takes him time to warm up to them, especially if he thinks they might hurt me. Maybe you should take off the hat and let him see your face.
[WAit a second, that might be a bad idea.]
Slowly.
[Because if Max really wants to attack, like hell she'll be able to hold him back.]
[ now you're just freaking him out, but his raised hands clutch the brim before slowly lowering itdown to his chest so max can see him. ] Is that better, pal? I know it's a face only a mother could love - and I never even had a mother. [ it seems to do the trick, and just like that it's like a switch has been flipped. max sits up pretty and starts panting cheerfully. like the scary guy with the hat left and miller the string beanpole has entered the equation just now. ]
I don't know what a dog would be doin' on Ceres, but I bet they lost a bet to get there. [ to max: ] Did you lost a bet, too?
[She scoffs at that first part, laughing softly as she rolls her eyes. Miller is handsome in her opinion, but it's not like he's asked for it. Max seems to think he looks fine now too, tail wagging and happily panting. It gets Karen to lean over and press her forehead against his face, and she smiles as he gives her a little lick to the cheek as she pulls away in order to stand back up.]
He must have lost something, to end up here. Frank and I do the best we can to keep him safe, but I still worry.
[meaning: he's really a big old baby when he isn't playing guard dog]
[ it's automatic, the way he deflects. he watches karen's tenderness with the dog and figures... maybe he isn't so bad after all. there she goes again, mentioning frank, but he doesn't want to get hit again. so instead he crouches down to her level, and max's, holding the hat over his chest as he addresses max directly again. ]
We all pulled a bad hand this round, koyo. Don't beat yourself up, huh? [ he puts the hat on again, almost as a test. and sure enough, max starts up his rattling little growl again. this time, miller throws it on the ground unceremoniously. ] You don't like the hat, I get it. No one does. Not even me. But sometimes, you need a reminder... to keep your head. I guess you've got Karen for that, though, don't you?
[ he's just going to talk to max until he isn't terrified or someone stops him tbh ]
[That first part earns him a middle finger, though she realizes belatedly that he might not know what that means. Oh well. He's too busy talking to Max, and she lets him go on and on...and on.]
You both do. I don't know how that always ends up being my responsibility, but I'm always glad to take the job.
[She points out with a smirk, trying not to comment on the fact he's casually chatting up Max in the hallway. With a nod of her head, she motions for him to follow, and starts to head off down the hall. Max follows after her, but keeps glancing over at Miller like he's closely watching for any sign of trouble (or that awful hat).]
[ oh he knows what tHAT means karen. dw some things are universal, even in the belt.
he gets up, snatching the hat up off the ground as he goes. in usual slapstick fashion, his gun falls out of his pocket before he can stand all the way up with everything in tact. he has too many accessories ok, patting the pocket with julie's beads to make sure they're still there. then he slowly starts reassembling himself, holding the hat over his heart rather than putting it on and upsetting their canine friend. ]
It's like, a guy. [ he shrugs ] Like, did you catch that crazy slingshotter last night, koyo?
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