The Great Space Adventure in Space (Rio)

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0515 April 16th 2582

Desmond sat at his workstation in the machine shop, he'd been making a new batch of ammo before they went out for the mission on Sweethome. The process was long and complicated, he had to set the caseless ammo into a machine, connect a hose to the bullet and then fill in the primer to cause the spark to ignite the gas to propel the bullet. He'd perfected the making of this particular type of ammo a few years back, and since then he had only used it for the PMC's weapons. No sense in the group having to police casings, besides doing it this way has it's advantages. Less maintinence on the weapons for one. Gas burned cleaner than gunpowder, which means they had less than normal buildup.

And so, here he had been since a little before three in the morning, making ammo. He had three of these machines, so he was able to do it three at a time, but it was still slow work. It had taken him three hours to make close to six hundred rounds. That didn't seem like a lot, but these were all going to the minigun. The minigun with the underslug grenade launcher, named Sasha, that could burn through six hundred rounds in seconds. He needed to make a lot more ammo before they started out tomorrow, maybe he could teach someone how to do this... No, that probably wouldn't work. Rio was the only one who could help him with this, she understood all too well how dangerous it was.

Dez leaned back in his seat and stretched his shoulders, he'd been hunched over too long. He needed a cup of coffee and to relax, but he still had some work to do. He had to load up the ammo into the belts and run a quick test fire, then he also had to make tracer rounds to track aim. The tracer rounds were easier, he only had to make one for every ten regular rounds he made. Maybe he'd shift some of that over to Rio so he could take a nap, or get some food, or both. Then again.. Desmond shook his head and refocused on the ammo in front of him. He didn't want to blow himself up on accident.

A few minutes later Desmond finally leaned back from his bench, tired of working for the moment. In his line of work being too tired to work led to the loss of body parts, and he had enough biorobotic parts as it was. Eyes were one thing, but hands and arms? Well he'd rather keep those real, made it easier to work in his mind. He didn't understand how anyone could work with robotic limbs, he didn't understand how the nerve connections worked. Then again, his biorobotics was rusty, he'd only looked into enough to understand how his eyes worked.

Speaking of his eyes, he sat there and rubbed them for a moment, he still got the phantom pains every now and then from the explosion. Still felt the burning shrapnel destroying his eyes and the cuts opening on his face, except for the one remaining scar on his chin. That one never bothered him, he was curious as to why, but he wasn't going to question it. It was his eyes that bothered him more than anything else, he might need to go talk to Ros about it soon. They were bothering him more and more lately, but he didn't want to broach the subject. No one on the ship knew about his eyes yet, except for Rio, and he wanted to keep it that way.

Dez got up and walked over to the table he used to build and maintain any and all knives he made, he was working on a new one for himself now. He had already sharpened the blade and was now putting together the stun gun portion of it. He thought it was an ingenious invention, it could kill or take people alive depending on the need. Aside from that it was always useful to have a knife around, he needed to train up his skills with a knife one of these days. So engrossed in his work, he didn't even notice Rio entering the room.

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The Digs

Rio had tossed and turned most of the night. She'd gone to bed drunk but hadn't been able to crash. That was always the worst feeling, but it happened more times than not. The blond pushed her comforter off herself; waited, pulled the blanket back over her; waited. After doing that another hour she finally gave up, kicking the fluff off of herself roughly. Rio climbed out of bed, pulling on a sweater and some shorts before donning her favorite pair of boots. Nimble fingers braided the long length of blond hair that fell over her right shoulder. Stretching, yawning, and glancing at her reflection she shrugged. She was still wearing last nights makeup. Not to mention her rings, and necklace. Whatever, it wasn't as if the crew hadn't seen her worse. Poor Dez had probably seen so much worse since she spent most of her time with the man. He was, after all, basically her best friend. Though she'd never admit it to him... Well maybe.

Groggily rubbing her eyes she slipped out of her room and proceeded to bang on Desmonds door. Mostly because if she was going to be up at this ungodly hour so was he. But he didn't answer, so she kicked the door in. Naturally. But he wasn't sleeping soundly in his bed. Which meant the workaholic was in the shop. So coffee. Lots of coffee. She poked her head into the armory to make sure he was in fact there and not asleep somewhere else aboard the ship. She didn't know who he might be... bunking. With. Bunking with. Riiiiiiiight. But there he was, tirelessly working on something that went boom. Or at least made you bleed a lot. She didn't interrupt because she was too tired and wanted coffee. Like now.

Taking the elevator she was greeted by the smells of bacon, and coffee, and all manner of delicious things. Why Jeri was ever up this early Rio would never understand. And as the younger gal came forward to poor coffee into the empty mugs Rio provided they shared a silent understanding. Jeri didn't talk to Rio. Not until the bombshell had her coffee, or got up past noon. Mostly because she didn't want to die. Which was good, because Rio thought it'd be a real shame to kill her. And Vitale, cause heaven knew he'd come at her sideways.

But she liked Jeri in a 'you're annoying but useful' kind of way. She talked too much, and smiled too much, and generally was far too damn cheery for Rio. But when no one else was around she found she could get along with the young cook. "Thanks." She muttered, stuffing a donut into her mouth. Rio set down the mugs to grab a plate and pile on some of the fine cooking of Jericho's. She grabbed more donuts, bagels with a side of cream cheese, some of the premade biscuit things she made, and lots of bacon, a few various other goodies and she balanced the plate on top of the two mugs. Heading back to the elevator Jeri waved, telling her to tell Dez good morning. All the young woman received was a grunt. 

The blond steadied the plate easily, mostly because she'd done it so many times it was like second nature at this point, so when she kicked open the armory door the balancing act barely rattled. "Oi." She barked, finishing the last bite of her donut to speak. "I brough' yer arse a wee bit'o'joe." She hollered, bringing the food and coffee to Dez's side. When she couldn't find the chair that usually sat closeish to him she shoved him back, sitting on his knee and setting the food and coffee down. She leaned over, peering at his work. "Ach. Ye'ar work'n fer tha Sweethome mission, eh?" She grumbled, taking a swig of coffee and getting up to find her chair. "I dinnae think ye'ave enough 'ands fer all tha work tha' need done." She cackled. Rio finally grabbed her chair and scraped it on the floor as she dragged it over. 

"Ye'll be need'n a 'and." 

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Desmond was putting the finishing touches on the knife when the door was kicked open, it had happened so many times since he and Rio had been working together that he didn't even jump anymore. He still checked to make sure it was her, not that he needed to check anymore. He could tell by the way she kicked that it was Rio. He could smell coffee, this woman was perfect. Moments after he smelled coffee, he saw the plate she was carrying. Breakfast and coffee. Even if she wasn't already a bombshell, the food and caffeine in her hands only added to her beauty right now.

Dez chuckled as she pushed him back and sat on his knee, it wasn't the first time and probably wouldn't be the last. "A beautiful woman enters my workshop with food. This is the start of a good day... And many stories with happy endings." It was how he always was with Rio, way too subtle for her to grasp most of the time. Still it was fun, always enlisted a few comments in return. After a moment Rio grabbed one of the extra chairs, he must have forgotten to move a chair over to this station. He always tried to keep a chair around for her to sit at. "Thanks." He grumbled taking a long drink from the coffee she brought him.

"Yeah, that and I need a new one. Mine took a hit and started malfunctioning, beyond repair." Desmond put the last touches on the knife before sliding it into the empty sheath at his belt. Nodding a few times he patted her on the back, "Yeah, I could use the help. Got a few hundred thousand more rounds to make for Sasha." In truth he had about three thousand rounds made for it already, but that wasn't enough at all. The minigun could clean through those rounds in roughly a minute. They would need a lot more for the dropship alone, then another few thousand for the ground crew.

Desmond yawned and stretched, "I could use a hand or two for sure. Work and play at the same time." He playfully pushed Rio as he said that, then grabbed the sleeve of her sweater and pulled her slightly. She had about as good a time waking up in the mornings as he had sleeping lately. It was getting to the point where he was sitting in here more than he was sleeping, his bunk was actually made. That should be enough for most people to realize that he wasn't sleeping well.

Dez grabbed one of the bagels and started eating, "Then again, if I had more hands, I'd probably get myself in trouble. You might slap me." He smiled and winked over at her before eating more of his breakfast. Desmond rolled his shoulders and stood up, touching Rio on the shoulder as he went to one of the desks, this one always kept locked. "You know I always appreciate the help you provide Rio, and I pay well." Desmond set his food down and pulled out a small box of candy he kept in the drawer just for Rio, setting it down in front of her he smiled again.

A second later Dez rubbed his left eye as a fresh wave of burning went through it, this was starting to get old fast.

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His compliments, as usual, went straight over her head. Rio knew she was smokin. She was cocky and confident about it on more than one occasion. Compliments were usually lost on her because no one could build her up anymore. She'd already built her body image up. She'd already fought through years of depression and endless teasing. She did, no one else. So most of the time she didn't even register compliments as some kind of advance. Which is probably why she was so blind to anything Dez said that could suggest a similar idea. "Hush yer rugged face with'tha thanks." She chided, stuffing a piece of bacon into his mouth. "Ets far too early fer any kind'o'talk." She yawned, taking her own mug of coffee and drinking a few gulps. She would need it. She usually didn't allow Dez to thank her for something as simple as coffee and breakfast. More than once he'd done the same for her.

They looked out for each other.

"Ah." She grinned as he explained. "Tha's 'cause ye aren' careful." She teased, munching on one of the biscuits. "If'n ye were jus' a bit more lie' me ye might'ave saved et." She scolded sarcastically, her Irish accent thicker in her early morning stupor. "AUCH" She grumbled, falling limply against him. "Rounds fer Sasha?!" He knew just as well as she did that she hated doing those damn rounds. They weren't hard, there were just so many of them. The repetitive actions of putting them together was boring.

Not enough boomy.

Rio groaned as he tugged on her sweatshirt, revealing more of her tattooed shoulder. Once more she went limp against her partner in crime. "Why are we even up thes early?" She muttered, her eyes closed for a moment. She was sleepy. She was exhausted, honestly, but sleep had been more and more dispersed as the days went on. Was it anticipation for the upcoming job? She didn't think so. Very rarely did Rio get the jitters for a job. She was usually too excited to sleep for those. Yet that wasn't the case for this particular instance of insomnia. "An ye!" She hollered, jabbing him in the chest with a firm finger. "Ye donnae sleep at'all anymore." She huffed. "Ye'ar goin'te fall o'er asleep on thes job if'n ye aren't careful." She scolded darkly, her steel grey eyes narrowing.

That was proof enough that she favored their friendship, as most people knew Rio for her lack of give a shit. Especially in the well being of someone other than herself. "Ye'ave got te sleep at some point or ano'er, Mad Eye." She yawned, watching him stand. The bombshell leaned onto the table in front of her, resting her forehead against her arm. Mornings were just not her thing. Anything before noon was too early, and with Davis that rarely got to happen. Except when she was at her beloved home.

Which was probably already trashed again... Though she hoped the electrified door knobs, and fencing, gave them quite a jolt. Whoever it was that kept ruining her pride and joy was a real prick. Always seemed to know where the cameras were so she hasn't even caught a glimpse of the culprit. But when she finds out who it is... Hell will look like a fairyland.

"Slap ye?" She questioned, groggily, having been too immersed in her thoughts to have caught all of that. "I already slap ye." She mused to herself, starting on rounds for Sasha. She hadn't even noticed the little box he'd set in front of her until she swatted his hand away from his eye. "Stop'tha. Ye'ar only go'n te mae et worse." She barked, "Ye know me Da has an arm righ'?" Clearly she meant artificial arm. "'E 'ad phantom pains too. Bu' rubb'n at et ain't go'n'te mae et be'er." She said sternly before gingerly opening the box. Mostly because she expected a new boomy toy. Instead she stared, bright eyed, at the hard candies like a child.... in a candy shop.

"'Ow did ye even find these?!" She squealed, unwrapping what can only be described as a Jolly Rancher and throwing it in her mouth. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head for a moment as she grinned like a fool. "Auch. Perfection." She muttered to herself before jumping to give him a hug.

Something else no one around this ship was accustomed to from Rio. 

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Things only got better when she stuffed bacon in his mouth, not that he complained, she was feeding him bacon. This morning was getting better and better, the man happily chewed on the bacon. She knew the way to his heart for sure, explosions and bacon. Mmmm bacon explosion. "Early? I've been up for hours." Desmond almost choked on his own coffee when she made the comment about her being careful, "Says the woman who blew up her toothbrush two weeks ago. I know you're not a morning person, but explosive gel in the bathroom? Really Ri?" Nodding, Dez sighed at the thought. "Hey, I've been at it since 0300, you can't be more pissed about it than me."

"I'm up this early cause I don't sleep anymore, I don't know why you're up." Desmond admitted, it would do no good to lie to Rio, she knew him to well. He jumped a little when she poked him, looking at the spot before he looked up at her and poked her forehead. "I gotta watch your back. I ain't fallin' asleep in the middle of a job, I need ta make sure you stay alive." Dez poked her on the forehead again, she was the only one that knew about his eyes, and she was the only one to call him Mad Eye. He'd made sure to ask that she only do that between the two of them, when no one else was around.

Rio was off in her own world when he stuck the box of candy in front of her, he'd wait until she managed to notice it and see what was inside. If after ten minutes she hadn't noticed, he'd tell her about it. Waiting for her to find it was usually the best part for him after all. Mornings were the worst for her, while he was usually up at least an hour before her. Though there had been a few days where she had been forced to drag him out of bed. Those days were rare though, and he rather thought she'd like to have another day or two like that. "I'll sleep eventually darlin', don't you doubt that. When is another question all together."

She slapped his hand away after a moment, and he nodded with her story. "Yeah I know, but they burn Ri. I've been thinking about scanning them, seeing if something is wrong with them or if it's just me.. It's been happening more often lately." Dez watched her as she opened the box, and then watched her face as she saw the candies. It was one of two times he knew for sure she had that look on her face, the other being when she was building a bomb. Well, maybe three. After a really big explosion. Like a kid in a candy store was almost an understatement for her.

Desmond laughed and hugged her back, he was probably the only member of the crew that knew she was capable of hugging anything other than a bomb. He was the only member of the crew that knew a lot of things about her, and it was the same for her. She knew more about him than any other member of the crew. "I keep my eyes open whenever we have shore leave darlin', I always look for them and buy as many as I can when I see them. I keep them around just for you." Truth be told, Dez wasn't as big a fan of candy as Rio was. He'd had that box since before they left Santo, and only one piece was missing. He preferred baked goods himself. "Nothin' is too good for you Rio."

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"Tha's yer own damn fault." She threw back at him, sticking her tongue out. He reminded her about the toothpaste incident and she looked at him; appalled. "At the tyme et seemed lie' a great idea.." She muttered darkly, narrowing her eyes. "An ye act lie ets the first tyme I've blown up a room on thes ship." She cackled. "Ye remember tha time we rigged Vitales door frame with explosive glue and confetti?" She slapped her knee, laughing harder. "An 'is face.. Oh lord.." She continued, laughing uncontrollably. "I swear.. He was skittish fer a week!" She squealed, grinning ear to ear. "An as sparkle'n as a twinkle'n star!" Pranking Vitale was one of her favorite pastimes. Of course now they had this new fella. Elijah. And he was Fresh Meat. Easy pickin's. Dinner. Whatever other cliche predator/prey analogy you can think up. 

Rio leaned back in her chair, her head falling limp on the headrest. "I donnae know why I cannae sleep." She grumbled. "Ets lie' lately I jus can't get comfortable in me own bed." She added bitterly. Eventually lack of sleep would be the ruin of the Peerless. With a grumpy Rio? May the Gods have mercy on them all... She glowered at Dez, "Et must be yer insomnia rubb'n off on meh." She accused, cracking a grin after she said it. She leaned the chair backward onto its two back legs and flashed him a cocky grin. "No no no, see ye'ave it wrong. Starin' at me arse'll only get ye killed faster maet." Rio winked at him, laughing uncontrollably again. "'Sides. I'm 'ere to mae' sure ye come back alive. Wivvout me the crew'll be fine. I just help with the boomies. An.. perhaps a bit o'the pillagin. But ye actually do some'n 'round 'ere." She said with a shrug.

Rio was scary with a gun and explosives, but she wasn't half as brilliant as her counterpart.

Rio stood from her chair and onto her toes, pulling his face towards the light. And also towards hers. Even on her toes she was short compared to him, seeing as he was basically a foot taller than she. Rio gingerly pulled his eye lids back to inspect but she was no doctor, and the only biotech she'd ever known anything about was her fathers arm. Eyes were a whole different ballpark. "I thin' ya need a wee bit'o'sleep." She said sternly, looking him dead in the eye before releasing him. 

Rio grinned at him, devouring the little red hard candy in bliss. "Ye'ar a saint, Mad Eye. I cannae e're find the righ' places to sell 'em." She admitted before grabbing his arm and doing her best to haul him towards the door. "Ye spoil'n me might 'ave the crew thin'n ye'ar sweet on me." She joked, once again the gestures of Dez going right over her head.

"Ye'ave done enough, me thinks." She scolded, her words lisped by the candy in her mouth. "I thin' ets tyme ye took a nap. I can give Ros a call to come an loo' once ye've woken. I thin' I can 'andle yer stuuuuupid Sasha rounds." she teased, stepping behind him to push him like a child would push their parent. 

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Desmond let out a bark like laugh, "Kidding me? I sometimes clap as loud as I can if he's going in or out of a door just to see him jump." He laughed right along with her at the memory, he wasn't entirely sure that Vitale had ever forgiven them for that one, not that he cared. It was hilarious and the man would admit it one day! "Not as bad as the time we hid lunchmeat all over Vitale's room and then let Trux in." He could barely get the sentence out before he started laughing again, they were probably too mean to Vitale. But the man was one who didn't get mad, he got even instead. So it was an ongoing war.

"I can understand that, you've been drinking more than usual too. So that's not exactly sleep either." Dez looked over at the blonde for a few moments, he never broached the subject of her drinking, she knew about his dad. So he felt it was better to just not talk about it most of the time. "My insomnia is none contagious thank you very much... Then again we spend a lot of time together." Desmond laughed again, then shook his head. "There ya have it wrong darlin', starin' at your ass keeps me alive. Gotta defend dat ass right?"

Dez grew serious then, turned to Rio and touched her shoulder, then moved his hand slightly up to the side of her neck. "Never say that. Crew might be fine, but I need you around darlin'. You do somethin' too, you just don't know it yet." The smith smiled and winked at her, she'd probably mistake his meaning and it would fly right over her head. Any comments he made usually did just that. But hey, she was a smart girl so it might actually hit her for once. Though he was willing to bet he'd have to be far more direct.

She then started examining his eyes, and he let her, though he knew she'd find nothing in them. As far as anyone could tell without machines his eyes were perfectly normal. He was sure she knew that though, she was stubborn, probably more so than him. She was also better with explosives than he was, not that he'd ever admit it. "I know I need some sleep, so do you." He stated equally as sternly, looking her directly in her eyes. He could do this all day, he didn't really have to blink he simply did out of habit these days.

Desmond laughed, he couldn't help it. She called him a saint. "That's me, Saint Desmond, patron Saint of blowin' shit up and delivering candy to Rio." Then the smith turned a little red at what she said next, and scratch at the stubble on his chin. "Well, you know.." He stammered out, then turned his head away for a few moments while his cheeks returned to normal. Only then did he turn back to face Rio. There were a few times he was happy most things went over her head, this was most definitely one of them.

Desmond was suddenly starting to be pushed toward the door, well this was a first. He had never been kicked out of his own armory before. Though... He decided to have a bit of fun first, he spun around and let Rio keep moving. She flew straight into him and he laughed and hugged her, "I have a cot over there you know?" He stated nodding toward a perfectly made cot in the corner, though he had to admit, this was a more appealing situation.

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Rio cackled loudly, pounding her fist on the desk so much she had to catch her cup of coffee. "Oh mae God!" She huffed, holding her ribcage. "The loo' on hes faec when he saw wha' Trux did.. I though' he was goin' te have a hernia!" She howled, wiping a tear from her eye. She stilled however as he brought up her drinking. In fact she actually avoided eye contact altogether. She knew his story, and she couldn't help but feel her drinking disappointed him somehow. "Aye.." She said quietly, "I 'ave been hitt'n the bottle a bit more lately.." She muttered, returning her gaze to the rounds. It was all she could do to sleep lately. Get slobbering drunk and pass out for a few hours. Hadn't even worked this evening. Which was how she'd managed to get in here at the ass crack of dawn. She tried to lighten the mood and grinned at him, "Aye! We do spend a lot of tyme together, maet. Ye'ar rub'n off on me!" She teased, laughing hysterically as he mentioned her rump saving his life.

She smoothed her hands over her ribcage and her hips, flashing him a cheesy grin. "Yer damn righ'. Thes figure saves many lives. Ye don' even have te touch et." She boasted, standing up to do a 'model walk'. Which was hilarious in her attire, or lack there of. And of course her beloved boots, which were in rough shape. When Dez got serious that wall came down over Rio's gaze. It was why she didn't get his hints. She'd spent so long worrying about herself and providing for her family she forgot to care about other people. Dez had managed to find a spot in the care package. Tali too, though she'd never admit it. Hell she'd probably never admit it about Dez either. But I digress. Dez placed that rough hand on her shoulder and slid it to cup her neck. Without thinking she leaned into his touch, but her face remained blank. "I dinnae, Mad Eye. A demo expert on a ship? I don' really add up. I thin' they jus' keep me 'ere to mae sure ye sleep from tyme ta tyme." She said with a soft chuckle, her face still empty before she shrugged and gave him a false smile. 

"AYE! Ye do need sleep..." She paused as he brought her up, "Me? Oh no, love, I'll be fine..." She said with an innocent face. Rio whistled slightly, not mentioning that she'd go back to her bunk in a few hours and make love to the stashed bottle of whiskey beneath her bed. Maybe then she'd have a nap. That sounded grand. Rio grinned then, squeezing his arm. "Indeed. Ye'ar Saint Desmond. No. Scratch tha' ye are SAINT MAD EYE!" She giggled. When he turned away from her one blond brow shot up, mostly because she thought he was hiding something.

Which he was, but not at all what she thought he was.

"I know wha'?" She asked, confused for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and getting on with business. Which apparently meant she would be embraced. She fell into his arms as he turned and snared her. Laughing loudly Rio absentmindedly snuggled him and gave him a firm squeeze before trying to herd him to the cot; still wrapped in the shelter of his arms mind you. 

"Then off ye go, maet. Tae a nap! Get some rest. I already tol' ye I would tae care o'yer damn rounds fer Saasha." She said rolling her eyes, almost like a jealous girlfriend would over her lover and his gaming system. Or car. "Wha's a few hours to ye? Ye'll be righ' as rain an' ready fer action." She said in a 'Hollywood' voice.

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Dez laughed with her, this was his favorite part of working with her, they had plenty of laughs and it was always fun to make her laugh. He never laughed as hard as he did when he was around her, a laugh he sorely needed today after everything that had happened in the brig. He wasn't quite in the mood to talk about it though, he was more interested in trying to make the bombshell laugh at the moment. And getting a laugh himself, "He still checks his boots before putting them on." Dez took her line of thought about making lite of it and smiled with her, "Well, if I had to spend time with myself I'd drink too."

Dez laughed at that thought, "That I believe, but touching is the fun part." He winked at her and made a point of touching her arm lightly, now Dez isn't exactly a touchy feely guy, but Rio was somethin' else. She was a special case for sure, even if everything he said or did for her went right over her head. It was kinda adorable when she got confused about what he why he was saying or doing it. He was starting to consider making a giant exploding sign that said everything that he needed it to say. Maybe it wouldn't be a giant sign, and maybe he'd put it in her bunk. "Then I need you around, right?"

"Yeah yeah yeah, make the gunsmith sleep." Dez grinned at her and chuckled when she said she needed to sleep. "Yeah, cause a demo expert falling asleep on the job isn't bad at all." His arm tingled slightly when she squeezed it, not that he was going to admit it just yet. He chuckled along with her, and she still didn't get what he meant, he didn't even think that one was very subtle. Ah well, he was still having a bit of fun dropping hints. At least he hadn't turned it into a drinking game, though he was willing to bet the rest of the crew had by now.

Desmond let her pull him toward the cot, and as long as she held onto him he wasn't about to complain. Dez glanced down at the cot, and suddenly felt like he hadn't slept in a while. But he was reluctant to let go of Rio, she was comfortable and familiar. And so much better than slipping into his dreams and nightmares. He'd rather stay awake and spend the time with her, not that'd she'd get his meaning even if he told her that. He kept coming back to the sign idea over and over, and if he made it explode it would get his message across.

Dez finally sighed and sat down on the cot, "Fine, but you gotta lay down here for a few minutes and get some rest too. Right now." He patted the cot next to him and raised his eyebrows at her, nodding toward the spot next to him. "So there ya go, you get some rest too, or I'll be up all day with you. And I won't give you any peace, you know I mean it too Ri." The smith smiled at her, winking once but he wasn't completely kidding. If she was going to get on him for his sleeping habits, he was going to return the favor.