Drake didn't notice the look, but if he had, it would have been a familiar one. The scientist was far too shaken to protest being grabbed or guided anywhere, and for just a moment, he desperately imagined that it was one of his team mates at his elbow. If he could have wished for anyone to be with him, it would have been Ferthing. She was diplomatic, empathetic, a beast with an M4, and she always had snacks and always knew the way out. (And she was pretty, which didn't hurt.)
He snapped out of it with a few blinks.
"What? Yes, I - I think I'm..." He let out a breath. "What the bloody hell- I was just seeing how many credits I had and - and - !" He couldn't even finish his sentence, he was so frustrated. Drake knew he wasn't the easiest or most socially adept person to get on with, but usually, he had to do a lot more than check his bank balance to trigger a reaction like that. (Usually, it was something more to do with an unexpected consequence of fiddling with unfamiliar technology. Ah, this device is what's triggering all your earthquakes, let's shut that down, shall we, oops, it seems to be counting down to a devastating thermonuclear reaction. That might get a gun in his face.)
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He snapped out of it with a few blinks.
"What? Yes, I - I think I'm..." He let out a breath. "What the bloody hell- I was just seeing how many credits I had and - and - !" He couldn't even finish his sentence, he was so frustrated. Drake knew he wasn't the easiest or most socially adept person to get on with, but usually, he had to do a lot more than check his bank balance to trigger a reaction like that. (Usually, it was something more to do with an unexpected consequence of fiddling with unfamiliar technology. Ah, this device is what's triggering all your earthquakes, let's shut that down, shall we, oops, it seems to be counting down to a devastating thermonuclear reaction. That might get a gun in his face.)