[Despite the heavy feeling below her breastbone, she still finds herself grinning back, instinctively trying to flip her hair as if it were in an easily maneuvered ponytail. Which it totally isn't right now. Woops. She settles for brushing a few curls from her face, only briefly glancing at the weird scar on the inside of her wrist that looks really old but that she still can't place]
Can't blame a girl for trying.
[There's a distant ache in her mind at the mention of 'the war'. She remembers he'd been deployed--she's sure it wouldn't have lasted, if her foggy history is anything to go by, but she knows that was a huge part of why it ended then. She shoves past that for now, keeping the grin in place]
Lucky for you, I've been sneaking around hospitals for half my life. And they're all pretty much the same in the ways that matter.
[something flashes in her memory--the idea of sending someone else to scout the hall. Jenks comes to her with a pang, of course, he's...good with cameras and things, right? Yeah. But she doesn't remember why he'd be better than her, or why she wants him by her side so much right now.]
Got it. [and it's surprising how quickly she finds her feet now, muscle memory of doing this--and not just in hospitals, she doesn't think--coming back as she starts moving] If anyone gripes at us, I'm still not going back until I get some freaking pants. This is nuts. [she drops her voice to a soft hiss, although it's clear she really is peeved] I've never...forgotten why I was in the hospital before. [she was going to say never been in a hospital for anything besides being sick, but she can't remember. Crap on toast, this is weird] But you'd think someone would at least be able to tell me where my freaking car was, let alone my pants. Guess you haven't got any further with them on the intel?
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Can't blame a girl for trying.
[There's a distant ache in her mind at the mention of 'the war'. She remembers he'd been deployed--she's sure it wouldn't have lasted, if her foggy history is anything to go by, but she knows that was a huge part of why it ended then. She shoves past that for now, keeping the grin in place]
Lucky for you, I've been sneaking around hospitals for half my life. And they're all pretty much the same in the ways that matter.
[something flashes in her memory--the idea of sending someone else to scout the hall. Jenks comes to her with a pang, of course, he's...good with cameras and things, right? Yeah. But she doesn't remember why he'd be better than her, or why she wants him by her side so much right now.]
Got it. [and it's surprising how quickly she finds her feet now, muscle memory of doing this--and not just in hospitals, she doesn't think--coming back as she starts moving] If anyone gripes at us, I'm still not going back until I get some freaking pants. This is nuts. [she drops her voice to a soft hiss, although it's clear she really is peeved] I've never...forgotten why I was in the hospital before. [she was going to say never been in a hospital for anything besides being sick, but she can't remember. Crap on toast, this is weird] But you'd think someone would at least be able to tell me where my freaking car was, let alone my pants. Guess you haven't got any further with them on the intel?