[ Ben's uneasiness twists a bit tighter at Qubit's response. There's an air of preoccupation about him right now that is, objectively, only a little rude at worst. But all the same, it's making Ben tense as hell. He crosses his arms over his chest, frowning as Qubit corrects him about his own powers - without seeming to even notice that's what he's doing - and then nitpicks at the wording Ben is using to talk about them. Open, passable, does it really make a difference? When he does bring up his powers, he speaks about the portal as if it were a door, to make it easier for people to understand. It's all just approximations, anyway. The experience of it is a lot harder to put into definite words.
That mild irritation, however, is drowned out by an icy deluge of shock when Qubit brings up the idea of a few tests. He doesn't get through the whole word, but Ben knows what he was saying.
He waits for Qubit to finish coughing; it doesn't sound great, and Ben's pretty sure the guy is kidding himself about it being a mild head cold. There is something still and impassive and walled-off about Ben's face, now. Like he were some kind of statue, more than a person. He doesn't rush, waits until Qubit has his breath again before he answers, simply: ]
No.
[ There's no heat in it, but no apology, either. He doesn't offer explanations or excuses. The one word is eloquent enough on its own as far as he's concerned. There will be no tests.
Since there can be no possible confusion about that, Ben considers the matter settled and says: ]
That cough sounds pretty nasty. They've probably got cough syrup at the med-bay, if you need it.
no subject
That mild irritation, however, is drowned out by an icy deluge of shock when Qubit brings up the idea of a few tests. He doesn't get through the whole word, but Ben knows what he was saying.
He waits for Qubit to finish coughing; it doesn't sound great, and Ben's pretty sure the guy is kidding himself about it being a mild head cold. There is something still and impassive and walled-off about Ben's face, now. Like he were some kind of statue, more than a person. He doesn't rush, waits until Qubit has his breath again before he answers, simply: ]
No.
[ There's no heat in it, but no apology, either. He doesn't offer explanations or excuses. The one word is eloquent enough on its own as far as he's concerned. There will be no tests.
Since there can be no possible confusion about that, Ben considers the matter settled and says: ]
That cough sounds pretty nasty. They've probably got cough syrup at the med-bay, if you need it.