she's special

dylan climbed into his seat. flicks on a switch and Hendrix flows in. humming along, he punches the necessary keys to log in. the vessel lights up.
"good morning, sunshine!"
"hee!"
as the ship's vital readings flash across the screen, dylan frowns. 30.1 units heavier?
"you're early, kid...and you smell good"
"don't i always?"
incidently, dylan knows of only one other Child who weighs that odd much. and she always arrives at least an hour later.
"what's shaking?"
"what's not?"
she's daphne. and she's special.