You’re the smartest person on the ship. That much is uncontested.

You were scouted by Law personally—not because he liked you, but because of the sheer absurdities of your scientific creations.

You’re intelligent, beyond genius.
 But your mind is like a web of spiralling thoughts that make him just a bit queasy.

He doesn’t talk to you much. It’s not like it’s because you scare the shit out of him. Nope.

Right now, he’s at the room which is supposed to be the lab. ”I said no more volatile compounds.” He said, sounding flat, tired.