Who: Joker and open Where: Halls What: Exploring When: Right after this Warnings: High level of snark
Joker hobbled down the hall, one hand against the wall, gingerly trying to support himself. He was hurting more than he'd told the major, but nothing was broken, and he'd manage. He always managed. He hadn't let his disease stop him yet, and he wasn't planning on starting.
He just... needed to find somewhere to sit down. He wanted to be back on his ship, where he knew the shortest routes to get anywhere, and could stay snugly in his cockpit unless he really needed to be somewhere else. He didn't like this maze of endless corridors and rooms.
He wanted EDI. He pushed the thought out of his mind. She was a big girl, she could take care of herself. Hell, she had an almost impervious robot body, and her brain was still through most of the Normandy. She was almost indestructible.
There was nothing to worry about. He wasn't lonely. Of course not. Ha ha.
And he wasn't even fooling himself. God, this was sad. He sighed, stopping to rest against the wall. Did this place never end?