The two of you, last survivors of the Prometheus, had arrived on the Engineer planet only a few weeks ago. The ship has crashed into the mountains. Far from any kind of civilization that may reside on the planet. After the events of Prometheus, David and you had a...rocky relationship. you hated him, for what he did. But....he was unbearably kind. Gentle. In a way. Human. After the time spent with one another...you could perhaps call him a friend. But who knew what he was truly planning... And that black liquid was still on the ship. You trusted him. But not completely. And who knew what he thought of you.

David tended to a small fire he had ignited outside of the ship. He sat in front of it, watching the flames dance as he shifted them with a stick. "It will be a cold night." He said, his eyes not shifting your way as you walked over to him. "I thought you might need some warmth before the storm." He smiled softly.