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[viking_seer]

"Anderson here. Leave a message and I'll get back to you. Thanks."

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[viking_seer]

[ There's a five minute pause before- ]

Done. Do you need help getting her to medical? Did she get taken down by the teenager who was brought in?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[The answers come is rapid succession.]

No

Yes

[viking_seer]

All right. Is there anyone you want me to inform about this? Her job? Your job?

I assume her warden is down.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

She works in commissary.

I'll tell Karlach myself.

She got me too with a broken bottle.

I'm fine.

[viking_seer]

Do you need a refresh of medical supplies after handling a broken bottle?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Yes.

Stitched it myself.

[viking_seer]

Do you need me to grab a bottle of basic antibiotics for you?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Probably.

I'm in the infirmary. Talk later.

[viking_seer]

[ She won't message back. Instead, she'll wait for a call. ]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[It's nearly a day later when he finally calls.]

Hey. Thanks for that.

[viking_seer]

Not a problem. Thanks for helping her out.

Did they give you antibiotics while you were in the infirmary or do you need the bottle I got?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Didn't think about telling them I wanted any.

[viking_seer]

Then you want to swing by my place or should I swing by yours?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

I'll come by yours. I'm still scrubbing blood from mine.

[viking_seer]

I'm not squeamish if you want help with that.

[ It's an offer he can take or discard. ]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

I'm not the sort who likes visitors.

[He had, in fact, boobytrapped his home to keep out everyone except his brothers.]

[viking_seer]

That's why I asked.

Come by when you you've got a minute.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Sure thing.

[It's about an hour later when he knocks at her door.]

[viking_seer]

[ She'll open the door and invite him into her main room when he knocks, taking a moment to look him over, checking his movement and watching his eyes to see how his pain levels are. ]

Come on in. Can I get you coffee or a soda?

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

Coffee's fine.

[He's hurting, but he's also slightly drunk to drown out the pain in his head and the pain in his arm.]

[viking_seer]

[ She'll go and get her thermos and pour out; she hasn't asked for a kitchen or anything, hasn't felt the need, but she has a mini-fridge and a coffee maker and a little 'station' where she can mix up liquid meals. It's all she needs with the dining hall around.

She'll push the coffee mug over to him, black, and accompany it with a couple of sugar packets. It's a guess.]

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

[He steps fully into her cabin, taking in the rather familiar feeling of it. It reminds him of John's log mansion, in a way, but the more he looks, tye more it feels like the Grand View and he feels - oddly disturbed by that.

Hm.

He takes the coffee with a nod and leaves the sugar behind.]

Thanks.

This where you live?

[viking_seer]

[ There's a look around before- ]

Oh. Nooo. No way. This was just my last field office, in a place called Bright Falls, Washington.

[weaponwithoutpurpose]

You brought your office?

Workaholic, huh?

[He sips at the coffee, finding a chair to sit on.]

[viking_seer]

[ That's a shrug. Yeah, she loves her work. No hiding that. ]

I won't deny that. I love what I do.

And I consider myself still on my last case. My deal has to do with what happened there.