( Clary is a woman of action, and so she strides over to where the replicators are, her back to Miller. It takes a while, and she definitely ends up smacking the machine at one point, but eventually she manages to get a glass full of ice-blocks.
They're not clear, so she doesn't want to think about what is actually frozen. Then she's grabbing something from a stack of abandoned scraps, heading back to the table. The fabric - probably one of the many abandoned shirts that have littered the station - she places in front of her, the ice she tumbles out on top. Then she rolls it into a bundle and hands it to Miller. )
[ he watches her over his shoulder, confused, but in no position to stop her either. when he sees the "ice" appear, well, it's touching actually. he reaches his arm across to take the ice pack and holds it against his side. he has to close his eyes for a second as the cold intensifies the pain, but then the spot steadily starts to go numb and he's blinking his eyes open again. ]
( She just has to protect all the dumb old men, it's her life mission. Clary smiles a little, and then decides against suffering her way through whatever the replicator made up. A Nourishment rune is a much better prospect.
So she rises, her tray scooting along the table. ) I'll leave you to your brooding, but if that gets worse then I'm not above kicking your butt and dragging you to the clinic. I'll be watching.
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( Too many people have died on her recently, so all that endless pain seems to get channelled into harassing strangers. )
Because sure, there's no medbay, but there are people with knowledge. There might even be pain relief.
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( Clary is a woman of action, and so she strides over to where the replicators are, her back to Miller. It takes a while, and she definitely ends up smacking the machine at one point, but eventually she manages to get a glass full of ice-blocks.
They're not clear, so she doesn't want to think about what is actually frozen. Then she's grabbing something from a stack of abandoned scraps, heading back to the table. The fabric - probably one of the many abandoned shirts that have littered the station - she places in front of her, the ice she tumbles out on top. Then she rolls it into a bundle and hands it to Miller. )
Hold this to them. It'll help with the pain.
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...Thanks, kid. [ he doesn't get u but whatever ]
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( She just has to protect all the dumb old men, it's her life mission. Clary smiles a little, and then decides against suffering her way through whatever the replicator made up. A Nourishment rune is a much better prospect.
So she rises, her tray scooting along the table. ) I'll leave you to your brooding, but if that gets worse then I'm not above kicking your butt and dragging you to the clinic. I'll be watching.
( SIGNS ADOPTION PAPERS IMMEDIATELY. )