[ Accepting the offered glass, Stephen fixes Nate with a very particular look. It's the kind of look that says yes, sadly and but not for everyone. There's curiosity there that's only just overruled by the gently mounting stress of another looming problem.
Chances are she'd have killed him if he hadn't hastily thrown himself off a building and had the skills in place to avoid death by sidewalk. And a ravenous vampire no longer on a diet doesn't simmer down by itself.
A long, slow sip is answer enough, right? Here's hoping, because it's the answer he gets. On the swallow, there's another pressing question. ]
[ Chances are she'd have killed him if he wasn't so goddamn quick on his feet and accustomed to people actively trying to kill him, so Nate doesn't have particularly high hopes for any other potential victims she might try to divest of their blood. It seems as though Stephen is in agreement with Nate's wordless assessment, given his equivalent wordlessness and the lull that develops between them. ]
Wade Wilson. New hire for security and other odd-job stuff.
[ He takes a long sip of his orange juice. ]
Would've patched myself but he happened to be locking up.
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Chances are she'd have killed him if he hadn't hastily thrown himself off a building and had the skills in place to avoid death by sidewalk. And a ravenous vampire no longer on a diet doesn't simmer down by itself.
A long, slow sip is answer enough, right? Here's hoping, because it's the answer he gets. On the swallow, there's another pressing question. ]
And who was your midnight medic?
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Wade Wilson. New hire for security and other odd-job stuff.
[ He takes a long sip of his orange juice. ]
Would've patched myself but he happened to be locking up.