It's more Nostos, right? It's gotten into the water, the air... maybe Velleck had just been soaking in it it'd made him virulent. It was the only explanation Mike had for everything that couldn't actually be on the other side of the glass.
Good old narcotics. Always a fun time.
He turns at the voice, eyebrows cocking bemusedly at the young - blue, sure - woman.
Observation Deck
Good old narcotics. Always a fun time.
He turns at the voice, eyebrows cocking bemusedly at the young - blue, sure - woman.
"...A particular imaginative corner of my brain?"
(He didn't even have a porthole in his cabin.)