I should be able to check for a break without needing to remove your pants on such a specific area.
[ She's doing her best to ignore the effects of healing as they come, managing to keep herself rather steady for someone who was slowly losing her energy. She paused only for a moment, giving the nanites more time to sink into the skin, waiting to see how it settled. ]
I'm sure he'll find great amusement in such a request.
[ Her back looked better anyway, the bruising far more faint, and she was sure that if there were any hairline fractures, they were now taken care of. The cut even looked mostly better - raw still, but it would scab without stitching.
She went to bend down and grab her leg, carefully starting to rotate her ankle and looking up at her face for signs of various levels of pain. ]
You can put your shirt back on whenever you'd like.
[ She did feel better. Or did until she began to rotate her ankle, at that she winced. ]
Must have twisted it when I fell. The rest is feeling a lot better though. Glad to see I don't have to rely on the historical medical care here.
[ She pulled back on her shirt and did up the buttons not bothering to tuck it in again. Glancing down at the spots of blood on the white fabric causes a wave of grief to rush her senses and she swallowed roughly before reaching for the bottle of whiskey and taking at least another two shots. ]
[ Just to be sure it was simply twisted. She still let go of her leg, sure that she could give it a bit of healing once her body was a little more replenished. It didn't take the longest time, at least, which was a relief. Only a hindrance in battle in the long run.
She watched as she downed the shots in quick succession and she shook her head. ]
I would hate to take away from your coping mechanisms. [ There was a beat and a flicker of concern that showed in her eyes. ] Are you certain you're alright?
[ Her toes moved slowly but they moved. Shame if it wasn't broken, it would still be easily fixed and she'd have something to hold over Jesse's head when he came back. Not that a broken ankle was nearly the same as taken two in the back for her.
Her lip again trembled at the thought of it and she pressed her fingers into it to make it stop as she leaned on her elbow on the table. She had long since built a tolerance to alcohol, but at this rate she was potentially going to pay for it. She was already a bit more drunk, which was not a good thing. It made her looser with her words. ] Coping mechanism. That's the truth though isn't it. Nothin' loves you better than a fine whiskey.
[ She nodded, satisfied that it wasn't broken. She watched the way that Ashe's lip shook, but made no comment - she was sure that, like herself, she would have rather it didn't have attention drawn to it. Emotions were difficult enough to deal with without being forced to discuss them, particularly not with someone who hated feelings just as much.
She gave a small chuckle instead, going to give the bottle a tap with her finger. ]
[ That was yet another thing for her to like about Moira. The woman didn't press. It wasn't lost on her that they seemed to have their share of similarities. They were different in many ways. Moira was so much more reserved than she was, but their ideals were definitely similar.
Looks like they shared Irish blood too. ]
Is it? I don't think about it much, but then again I don't think about my bloodline a lot. I think some great...whatever left due to poverty and came stateside to build a fortune. [ She thought for a moment, her mind was hazy and she looked at her with a puzzled look before taking a drink. ] Did I offer you a glass? Never good to drink alone.
[ Ashe goes to get up, but the pain in her ankle still twinges a bit, despite being improved and she's just plain old exhausted. Not to mention it's clear from the way her eyes widen that the room was spinning.
Instead she lazily snaps her fingers. ] BOB. Get this nice lady a shot glass. Looks like I've got a drinkin' partner after all. [She points towards the cupboard. ]
Yeah, that would make enough sense. Never really had a sit down to learn my family's history. I do know that they found out that the gold they were searching for was black and thick and spilling out of the planet.
[ B.O.B. meanwhile sets down a shot glass in front of Moira and Ashe pours the liquor. ]
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[ She's doing her best to ignore the effects of healing as they come, managing to keep herself rather steady for someone who was slowly losing her energy. She paused only for a moment, giving the nanites more time to sink into the skin, waiting to see how it settled. ]
I'm sure he'll find great amusement in such a request.
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[ She was relieved by that. Taking off her blouse was one thing, but stripping down was a vulnerability she just couldn't take at the moment.
After a few moments, she started to note that the other woman wasn't looking quite so well herself. ]
Look, I appreciate the effort, but I'm feelin' better. You don't have to heal everythin'. I'm no stranger to bumps and bruises.
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[ Her back looked better anyway, the bruising far more faint, and she was sure that if there were any hairline fractures, they were now taken care of. The cut even looked mostly better - raw still, but it would scab without stitching.
She went to bend down and grab her leg, carefully starting to rotate her ankle and looking up at her face for signs of various levels of pain. ]
You can put your shirt back on whenever you'd like.
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Must have twisted it when I fell. The rest is feeling a lot better though. Glad to see I don't have to rely on the historical medical care here.
[ She pulled back on her shirt and did up the buttons not bothering to tuck it in again. Glancing down at the spots of blood on the white fabric causes a wave of grief to rush her senses and she swallowed roughly before reaching for the bottle of whiskey and taking at least another two shots. ]
Where are my manners. I should offer you a drink.
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[ Just to be sure it was simply twisted. She still let go of her leg, sure that she could give it a bit of healing once her body was a little more replenished. It didn't take the longest time, at least, which was a relief. Only a hindrance in battle in the long run.
She watched as she downed the shots in quick succession and she shook her head. ]
I would hate to take away from your coping mechanisms. [ There was a beat and a flicker of concern that showed in her eyes. ] Are you certain you're alright?
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[ Her toes moved slowly but they moved. Shame if it wasn't broken, it would still be easily fixed and she'd have something to hold over Jesse's head when he came back. Not that a broken ankle was nearly the same as taken two in the back for her.
Her lip again trembled at the thought of it and she pressed her fingers into it to make it stop as she leaned on her elbow on the table. She had long since built a tolerance to alcohol, but at this rate she was potentially going to pay for it. She was already a bit more drunk, which was not a good thing. It made her looser with her words. ] Coping mechanism. That's the truth though isn't it. Nothin' loves you better than a fine whiskey.
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She gave a small chuckle instead, going to give the bottle a tap with her finger. ]
Your Irish blood is showing.
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Looks like they shared Irish blood too. ]
Is it? I don't think about it much, but then again I don't think about my bloodline a lot. I think some great...whatever left due to poverty and came stateside to build a fortune. [ She thought for a moment, her mind was hazy and she looked at her with a puzzled look before taking a drink. ] Did I offer you a glass? Never good to drink alone.
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Likely during the famine. I think that's when most decided to escape and go towards the states. Hoping to find food and maybe streets paved in gold.
[ She hummed as she looked at the whiskey, nodding. ] You had. Perhaps one glass wouldn't hurt.
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Instead she lazily snaps her fingers. ] BOB. Get this nice lady a shot glass. Looks like I've got a drinkin' partner after all. [She points towards the cupboard. ]
Yeah, that would make enough sense. Never really had a sit down to learn my family's history. I do know that they found out that the gold they were searching for was black and thick and spilling out of the planet.
[ B.O.B. meanwhile sets down a shot glass in front of Moira and Ashe pours the liquor. ]