Appropriating the Finer Things [Gus/Dale]

Dale stroked Chip, his fingers running along the smooth surface as his eye opened to look down upon the little bot in his arms. The dog's display light up, and it peered back up into Dale's eyes as it gave a happy, synthesised bark.
That thing? It acted weird. It spoke in weird ways. He didn't understand why he was doing what it was...but weird as the way it said things was, he thought he roughly understood what it meant.
Dale looks back at Gus. The monster-man still terrified him. But for now, it was one he could push through.
It still didn't make sense to him that it would help. How he wasn't food, since it seemed to be able to eat him just fine. But...
He looked at his leg, then back at Gus. He'd just have to accept for now that this wasn't going to be a thing that made sense.
Especially with the thing keeping him here.

"How...how can you fix it?" He looked down at his damaged limb. "This has never happened. Nothing like this. I don't know how. How do you?"

As the barrier dissipates, Dale has to catch himself on the ground to avoid another fall. He secures Chip inside his clothing, and shakily gets back up after finding his way to a wall. It would be tempting to run, but...there wasn't any point.
For a moment, Dale just looks at Gus, thinking. "...I don't know. There was someone with a place that fixes 'androids'...but I don't know who they are. Where it is. They look normal, but they're metal too." He reaches into a pocket, running a finger over the card inside. "Maybe find them. Someone else."

He gives Gus a confused look as he asks about the food. "Why? I can still eat it." He looks around. "Be harder to get it all, though..."

"'Contact'..." Oh. "Don't know how..." He pauses, and pulls out a small card with gold lettering. "D R Mel-li Klein...they wanted me to see them. Maybe they know how to find them." He puts the card back away.

He would be looking at Gus warily normally, but at this point, he didn't see the point. As first, he tries to hobble over, but the state of his leg just got in the way. Lifting his leg with one arm and taking a moment to get his balance, he then hops over, unevenly but far more quickly. With an effort, he stops without losing his balance, lets his leg drop and hit the floor, and kneels down to grab the first bit of chicken.
It's gone quickly, bones and all.
Thankfully, the rest isn't too far. He half crawls from there, snatching up the rest and scarfing it down rapidly, before reaching a wall and using it to stand up again. He carefully leans himself on the wall, and looks at Gus. "Now what?"

After a moment's pause, Dale takes out the card again. It wasn't like he needed it too badly anyway. He looked over it again, mentally logging away everything written on it, before handing over the now redundant card. "I don't know what you do with a 'phone number', but it's got one on there." Once the card is within Gus's grasp, his arm shoots back, the moment the skin on them burst into rippling muscle still ingrained in his mind.
He didn't know why they would do that at this point, but after what happened with his leg, his mind refused him the choice as to whether to risk it beyond what he had to.

The words were very much confidence inspiring, coming from the thing that had just taken a bite out of his leg. The look in his eyes did nothing to help matters, nor the way the shadows hid it.
It just let him imagine other things in place of his current features.
It was a little bemusing how little Gus seemed to know his own garments, let alone where anything he was carrying was. The very idea that you could have a hard time finding something on your person was strange to Dale, and yet here he was, witnessing that very event.

He looks at the phone, seeming to recognise the object, but not really having any idea of what it was for if the look on his face was any indication. "Right...?"
He watches what Gus does carefully. It seemed this was a chance to learn what those things did.

...so it talked to someone with that thing, but he had no idea how remotely it worked.
That, or they were just messing with his head, but he didn't think so.
He looked on with surprise as he was actually handed money to get his leg with. For all Gus had said...he still wasn't expecting it.
It's just not what people did...though, he guessed they weren't really people. Not like everyone else was.

The whole thing didn't make sense to Dale. But, it had happened.
As Dale hobbled off with the money, he wondered if he'd figure it out.