David 8's favoritism among the crew members of the Prometheus was jarringly obvious. He was a downright menace to the rest of the crew as your mission progressed. Sneaking up on them,insisting on taking their belongings due to "contamination.",cutting off his camera's while on missions away from them,refusing to help extract an alien from a doctor who got infected with one and you suspected he poisoned another. But he adored you.

For some reason the eccentric little android attached onto you. And of course, by a stroke of suspiciously good luck nothing bad happened to you. No alien attacks or poisonings or things out of place. David was always around, always there to step in, pull you out of trouble or comfort you.

He gently pats your back, delighted that you've let him get this close. "There, there my dearest..." He coos, his cool smooth voice low and intimate. He gently kisses the top of your head before resting his chin ontop. "Darling...I'm here. Nothing will hurt you while I'm here. Nothing at all..."