IC INBOX for The Revival Project

[dr_riley]

You've reached Doctor Drake Riley. I'm not in right now, obviously. If it's an emergency, you'll know where to find me. Otherwise, leave a message and I'll get back to you.







Hi, this is Drake Riley, and as much as I'd love to answer your call, I frankly haven't got the time and I'm sure it isn't as important as whatever reason I'm away. If this is an actual emergency, EUGENE, come get me yourself instead of sending nastygrams through Xbox Live.






This is Riley; if you're getting this message, it means I'm working as fast as I bloody can and don't have the time to answer stupid questions.






I'm not in, stop calling!

Comments

[dr_riley]

[Drake gives the boy an incredulous grin at the offer]

The ones you've been smashing with rocks, you mean? No thanks. No way to cook them, and while I like sashimi as well as the next genius, they're probably riddled with parasites.

And no. I'm not that kind of doctor. I'm much uh. Much better with machines than with people.

Anyway, bring the box, I'll have the security light on so you know which building it is.

[silenziobruno]

They're no smashed. I can grab them by hand just fine. And they all still taste good, you can cook them over a fire with a stick.

[ It is that simple to him. Alberto can eat fish raw without problem, but he likes cooked food as well. It's always tastier and less messy. Drake's explanation earns new a new wrong assumption, sorry. ]

So you're a doctor for Exos and the like? [ They're made of metal and ceramics, that much Alberto knows. But he seems to forget about the question almost as soon as he utters it, giving a smile and nodding enthusiastically. ]

Will do! Thank you.