"As a doornail." [i] Desmond says, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. So insensitive. [/i] ~~~ [i] Ian goes quiet, staring at the vial in his hand. The cure to the Midnight Blood.. probably. He had no reason to trust Imogen, but a one armed mechanic was the same as a dead one. He had nothing to lose. If he was smart, he'd save it and try to recreate it with someone's help..but he really liked his hand. [/i] "Yeah. Sounds like you did Creed." [i] Ian says bitterly. [/i]