[ That's not his name, Hawke!! Either way, she's already got her container open and is spearing a piece of meat on her fork, chewing idly on it as she watches him settle. If someone was paying close enough attention, they'd see Hawke's eyes lingering as she takes stock of Fitz and how well he seems to be doing. He's one of those people for her, of course, ones that she keeps tabs on and tries to make sure no one comes after and that they're doing well. She's not prone to discussing it because it's an awkward thing, she feels. Her imposition on their lives -- most people who she tells of this end up dead in the end. She tries not to voice it.
So, instead she plays it off and grins brightly at his statement. It is rather flattering. ]
I got shot the other day. Right in my shoulder. Pulled the bullet out with my fingers.
[ And then she healed it up via sci-fi magic because that's something she's learned to do. She still likes dropping statements about this kind of thing out of nowhere though, enjoys the terribleness of it all.
And then there's his question -- which makes her snort. ]
Of course I did. I imagine you're not going home anytime soon, so you'll find some energy drinks in the bag too.
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You disappoint me constantly, Fitzgerald.
[ That's not his name, Hawke!! Either way, she's already got her container open and is spearing a piece of meat on her fork, chewing idly on it as she watches him settle. If someone was paying close enough attention, they'd see Hawke's eyes lingering as she takes stock of Fitz and how well he seems to be doing. He's one of those people for her, of course, ones that she keeps tabs on and tries to make sure no one comes after and that they're doing well. She's not prone to discussing it because it's an awkward thing, she feels. Her imposition on their lives -- most people who she tells of this end up dead in the end. She tries not to voice it.
So, instead she plays it off and grins brightly at his statement. It is rather flattering. ]
I got shot the other day. Right in my shoulder. Pulled the bullet out with my fingers.
[ And then she healed it up via sci-fi magic because that's something she's learned to do. She still likes dropping statements about this kind of thing out of nowhere though, enjoys the terribleness of it all.
And then there's his question -- which makes her snort. ]
Of course I did. I imagine you're not going home anytime soon, so you'll find some energy drinks in the bag too.