Well, that does it. Hawk picks up the sleeping kitten and gives it to Christine. "Here, you take this."
Standing, he starts to pace, arms gesticulating vigorously. "2237? It feels like not ten minutes ago I was elbows deep in this kid's guts and you're telling me you're a nurse from space?? Well excuse me for not exactly taking your word for it. I'm from the humble year of 1952... everyone looks up at stars and says 'that's nice'. Space? If it seems like I'm freaking out it's because I am... I haven't had a drink in hours and I'm just supposed to deal with being magically sent to this nowhere place? I must be going insane..."
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Standing, he starts to pace, arms gesticulating vigorously. "2237? It feels like not ten minutes ago I was elbows deep in this kid's guts and you're telling me you're a nurse from space?? Well excuse me for not exactly taking your word for it. I'm from the humble year of 1952... everyone looks up at stars and says 'that's nice'. Space? If it seems like I'm freaking out it's because I am... I haven't had a drink in hours and I'm just supposed to deal with being magically sent to this nowhere place? I must be going insane..."