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"I'm pretty sure that's also true, that they don't like a lot of people, but also, between the two of them, the two things I can think of that they have in common is liking my company and disliking yours. Pretty sure that's about it. And in this case, Opposites wouldn't attract. Fitz would probably annoy the shit out of Cain, and Fitz knows what happened back home, so. I'm not saying he would dislike him just for that reason, but I certainly haven't seen them talking to each other." He kind of hopes to keep the two of them separate anyways because it would be very annoying to have to tell Cain to fuck off if he decided one day he needed to punch Fitz in the face.

Anyways, he stands from his casual lean against the wall to look behind him, check the still empty hall and shrug, "I think there are a few people trying, but nothing concrete yet that I'm aware of. Have you been talking much with the crew? I haven't socialized much and now I'm sure I would rather not."

"Just Sokie and Julian in the infirmary. Since Will and I have been living there. He goes out more than I do, to get supplies and keep an eye on things. Ulla has been singing us food that I can eat. Will has to leave the infirmary to cook it. I'm sure he knows a lot more people here than I do," Malcolm explains.

"Food you can eat?" He hasn't exactly seen Malcolm sit down and eat anything so dietary restrictions weren't anything he was aware of.

"I forget about stuff like that...is it food allergies?" Genetic modification when used right removes the possibility of those kinds of things. Unless you had a flaw, but he isn't sure he's ever met one who did, it was rare.

Malcolm is one big flaw.

"It's... more than that. It's a combination of things. There aren't a lot of things I can eat."

Abel isn't going to be nosy about his issues, it's none of his business, but it is frustrating to hear when he's pretty sure most humans are rather resilient to most disease and disorders post genetic modification. It solidifies not mentioning it to Malcolm all the more seeing as if it felt like bragging when faced with people who hadn't had cognitive enhancement, telling someone who had a disorder felt even more so. He at least has the sense not to say 'if you lived in my time it probably wouldn't be an issue'.

"Well, I'm glad you have access to what you can eat. I might not like magic all that much, but it certainly is helpful."

“We were fine on the island without it,” Malcolm mentions. “Will could catch fish. I found some berry bushes.”

"I should have asked Will to teach me how to fish instead..." He murmurs as he thinks about it, though that had been a good talk with Jacob. He was trying to get along with him more, and talking to him about stuff that he knew and knew well, that Abel didn't? It was a good way to build a better relationship.

"It's a good thing they weren't poisonous. I worried about that while we were there."

“Will can teach you later, on the Barge, if you want to learn. He has all the gear and he’s really good at it,” Malcolm tells him.

"Well, I probably should ask him first if he wants to teach me, but...I might just. Jacob is a bit of a rough teacher." Not that he was a terrible one, he had lots of good information, just not the kind of people skills that Abel would think would make for someone who was easy to learn from.

"I'm sure he'd be happy to," Malcolm tells him, "but yeah. Definitely ask him. It's one of his favorite things to do."

"Well, if we ever get off this boat, I'll have the chance to." Abel glances down the hall again before back at Malcolm, "Can I ask you your opinion on something?"

His posture changes and he becomes intensely attentive. Someone wants his opinion about something? He's listening.

"Yeah, of course."

"I told you what I did. Tampered with some of the more futuristic, heavy duty artillery as quietly as I could, I didn't hurt anyone, and the damage isn't permanent. In fact it's rather easily fixable if you know what you're looking at."

Which, he feels is entirely justified. Given his reasoning.

"Do you think it was wrong of me to do that? Deploy preventative measures to try and protect our ship when it comes back? You know how I feel about authority, and what I think of the Cap'n certainly informed my decision, but apparently some of our crew's inmates think I've committed a terrible sin. I...dont know how I feel about that, given the two in question are civilians, and probably have never been through a war in space."

"I don't know if I'm the wrong person to ask or the right one, based on how many times I've inadvertently passed people off on the Barge. Who is it that's mad at your for it?" Malcolm asks.

"Well your own thoughts on how you'd weigh in, for or against my actions would be appreciated too." He wants to hear voices, other than the ones he'd recruited, and he's certainly not going to posit it to the network, but smaller conversations...those ones he could handle right now.

"And it's Laura, Walter...I haven't spoken much with either of them. Though I don't think Sweeney approved either."

"What did they say the basis of their objection was?" Malcolm asks.

"Laura was upset that I was an 'entitled asshole who passes off my stupid behavior as everyone's best interest' as well as being upset that I was a bad guest, I suppose?" He thinks that's the gist of it.

"And Walter...was worried that by getting caught, I had doomed us all to suffering basically. Among other things."

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