My name is Mal.
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I love the way, when we get this scene, it’s Marta remembering not the last Outcome agent she examined, but an earlier conversation, a different agent; the one who seemed to be trying just very slightly to suggest that she should look beyond the nice, neat walls of “I’m doing it all for science!”; the one who said “What do you think we do out there?”. The one with the sad eyes and the injured hand. The one who tried, a tad clumsily but seemingly with sincerity, to flirt with her.
In a way, large aspects of their relationship are prefigured in this one little conversation.