( Angela, meanwhile, is scrubbing up as if she's about to go into surgery— give her a sink and it's second nature, even as it goes over her plugsuit and plating, nothing it all can't handle. Mostly her exposed hands are what get scrubbed red, then she's using a damp towel to get the rest and smear the disinfectant over herself, neck to toe, wherever she can reach before she's buffing it back off.
Don't think she hasn't noticed that piece of cracked glass he tosses on the ground, either. The necklace she recalls him pulling out before, and it's only then she gets a proper look at him.
Lanky, long-limbed, certainly not moving like he's far lighter and brittle by any means, but those knots at the top are still exposed even as he pulls the top down and gets to disinfecting his skin. She doesn't catch him quickly enough. )
Oh, don't— here, you need to dilute it before using that elsewhere. ( Hands are used to the abuse, but the rest of the body isn't. She's using that same damp towel to swipe at his skin where he'd already put it on. Sorry, you're getting mom'd all to hell right now in her immediate response to soothe irritated and angry skin before it burns. Then she's rinsing the towel off again and showing him how to mix it— judging by the reaction of his skin, she cuts it by a third with plain water in some disposable cup before pouring it on the towel to hand him, before getting a new towel. It's just hot water this time. ) This is just water— let me get your head.
( Better than nothing, and he can't put that disinfectant on his face. She'll get his holster fixed up after if he lets her scruff his head with the hot towel. )
You're welcome, Joe.
( In the sort of tone that says you don't need to thank me for this, but it's nice that you are, offering him a lopsided little smile. )
Was there still something you wanted to show me that made you suspect the protomolecule you mentioned, or was it just the stars? If there aren't any samples, there isn't much else I can do besides see you disinfected.
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Don't think she hasn't noticed that piece of cracked glass he tosses on the ground, either. The necklace she recalls him pulling out before, and it's only then she gets a proper look at him.
Lanky, long-limbed, certainly not moving like he's far lighter and brittle by any means, but those knots at the top are still exposed even as he pulls the top down and gets to disinfecting his skin. She doesn't catch him quickly enough. )
Oh, don't— here, you need to dilute it before using that elsewhere. ( Hands are used to the abuse, but the rest of the body isn't. She's using that same damp towel to swipe at his skin where he'd already put it on. Sorry, you're getting mom'd all to hell right now in her immediate response to soothe irritated and angry skin before it burns. Then she's rinsing the towel off again and showing him how to mix it— judging by the reaction of his skin, she cuts it by a third with plain water in some disposable cup before pouring it on the towel to hand him, before getting a new towel. It's just hot water this time. ) This is just water— let me get your head.
( Better than nothing, and he can't put that disinfectant on his face. She'll get his holster fixed up after if he lets her scruff his head with the hot towel. )
You're welcome, Joe.
( In the sort of tone that says you don't need to thank me for this, but it's nice that you are, offering him a lopsided little smile. )
Was there still something you wanted to show me that made you suspect the protomolecule you mentioned, or was it just the stars? If there aren't any samples, there isn't much else I can do besides see you disinfected.