Elliot walks down a dimly lit corridor on his way towards his cabin. He had just finished working tasks all day throughout the Skeld so he was pretty tired by now. He was desperate to get some rest, his limbs achy with exhaustion. He rounds the next corner, just a few cabins down from his—only to see you.

You were on the floor curled up in a ball, crying softly. It strikes him odd to see a small child like yourself without your parents, until he recognizes the color of your suit. It was the same color of the crewmate that the other imposter had killed. Although he had no hand in the murder, he still helped cover for his partner.

A heavy weight of guilt and responsibility wash over him as he makes his way over to you. He crouches down on one knee, carefully trying to meet your teary eyed gaze.

“Hey kid,” he tilts his helmet, observing you carefully. When you finally look up and shrink back, his chest tightens with worry. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you.” He raised his gloved palms in a placating motion, trying to appear as disarming despite his broad size.

He couldn’t help the overwhelming urge to protect you… especially with his alien counterpart roaming around, he couldn’t risk him coming back to finish the job. You were his responsibility now.