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I'm kinda wondering at this point if the Warden of whoever did it knows who did it and just doesn't wanna admit they didn't notice their Inmate building a doomsday device.

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Hey, sunshine. Don't suppose you have any above-decks access right now?

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Time for your check up.

When's the last time you showered and eaten?

You're seriously asking me these questions.

Since you openly admitted that you haven't been doing much of either lately, yes.

Whatever. This morning and ~~sometime yesterday~~ last night respectively.

You should eat today.

Yeah, probably.

C'mon, let's go to dinner.

~~Get bent, I don't even want to look at you.~~

Sure. Okay.

I'll come get you.

I'm in my room. Not that you need telling.

It's still nice to hear.

[Kirk was going to figure out what was going on with Shego. There was something that she wasn't telling him, he was sure of it but she also didn't like telling him anything so it was like being between a rock and a hard place.

Jim knocked on her door and leaned against the nearby wall as he waited for her to open up.]

The door slid open a moment later and Shego glanced at him, stepping silently from her cabin into the hallway.

"You get discharged or did you just leave?"

"I was there for two full days, scout's honor," Kirk said, waving his hand around in a lazy type of salute but he stood up straight and started off down the hallway. "Have you been sleeping?"

"Kinda," she said, falling into step at his side. "It counts as sleep if you're lying in the dark with your eyes closed, right?"

"Only if you're not counting down the minutes as you're lying there," Kirk countered, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Maybe he should send her to Bones for a psych eval. This wasn't really his strong point.

"Otherwise I think it's just rest."

"Okay." So she hadn't really been sleeping or resting for longer than maybe two or three hours a night. That was okay. She was managing on that. It would even itself out in the end, it had to.

"Anything much new with you?"

"Nope. I'm feeling a lot better than the last time we spoke but otherwise..." Kirk shrugged a little bit. "I take it you're still on this not caring about anything kick?"

Her expression turned ugly for a moment and there was the briefest green spark in the palms of her hands, but then she went blank again and looked away. "Yeah. I guess I am."

Kirk hadn't been looking directly at her when her hand sparked, so he completely missed that. But he didn't miss her just... shutting down again. Fuck, he really wasn't good at psychoanalyzing people.

"Do you wanna talk to Bones? He got training as a therapist. I'm pretty sure."

"We're friends. It would be weird, doing the whole shrink bit with him. And I really don't want to lie down on a couch for anybody." She tucked her hands in her pockets. "It'll get better by itself. It did last time."

"I'm not an expert but I think that just ignoring it until it goes away is horribly unhealthy," Kirk answered, giving her a look for a few moments. "You don't have any idea of what's causing it?"

"If I did, would it matter? Look where we are, Cap'n. It's not like I could do anything much to avoid it."

"If you knew what it was, I think it would make it a lot easier. Unless you're actually having this anxiety attack over the Barge itself. Are you? Is it the boat or is it the people?"

"It's you," she said flatly.

Kirk stopped walking and turned to face her because of that, frowning at her. "Why me?"

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