Sort of. Despite having the option, he still addresses her as Ms Gibson by default—except, apparently, when he's ill at ease and reflexively reaching for something familiar. And Viktor himself has only the one name, so there isn't much of a choice there.
But still.
"It's coming," he says, and looks to the table. The clutter is more or less arranged to suit his habit, everything laid out where he expects it to be. The machine itself is— well. It's around. The most recognizable pieces of it are on the floor, waiting their turn; the current patient looks like a bit of junk with wires attached. (It basically is.)
"Slowly. We'd be further along if—"
If he weren't doing this by himself, and he said we just now, didn't he. Yes he did. Something passes across his face like an afternoon shadow, starting between his eyebrows and ending on a slight twist of his mouth, there and gone again.
"If the manual were on paper. Easier to look at. Bigger surface area."
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Sort of. Despite having the option, he still addresses her as Ms Gibson by default—except, apparently, when he's ill at ease and reflexively reaching for something familiar. And Viktor himself has only the one name, so there isn't much of a choice there.
But still.
"It's coming," he says, and looks to the table. The clutter is more or less arranged to suit his habit, everything laid out where he expects it to be. The machine itself is— well. It's around. The most recognizable pieces of it are on the floor, waiting their turn; the current patient looks like a bit of junk with wires attached. (It basically is.)
"Slowly. We'd be further along if—"
If he weren't doing this by himself, and he said we just now, didn't he. Yes he did. Something passes across his face like an afternoon shadow, starting between his eyebrows and ending on a slight twist of his mouth, there and gone again.
"If the manual were on paper. Easier to look at. Bigger surface area."