016 » 094. William J. Johns. Not a cop, no matter what he looks like or what he says; he's a merc and a morphine addict. He was on my ship. You saw his eyes in that nightmare, the ones with the needles. He let my navigator scream himself to death instead of dossing him, he's literally shoved me around, and he's a fucking coward. If he shows up in the shuttle bay, I want to know and I want you to keep an eye on him.
Also, I'm going to be sleeping in my room from now on.
[ Because while she wouldn't say she's scared, she doesn't trust Johns. ]
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016 » 094. William J. Johns. Not a cop, no matter what he looks like or what he says; he's a merc and a morphine addict. He was on my ship. You saw his eyes in that nightmare, the ones with the needles. He let my navigator scream himself to death instead of dossing him, he's literally shoved me around, and he's a fucking coward. If he shows up in the shuttle bay, I want to know and I want you to keep an eye on him.
Also, I'm going to be sleeping in my room from now on.
[ Because while she wouldn't say she's scared, she doesn't trust Johns. ]