Isla
"Sorry," Isla mumbles, giving him a weak smile and leaving that thread of conversation where it lays. Perhaps when they've got Nate back and the future looks more certain there will be time for jokes, but right now it's just as bleak as it feels. Still, at least they're talking now, and the medic's smile gains a bit more warmth to feel him leaning against her in turn.
"I would agree that I think Safrin is more of a worry than Ronin or Remi when it comes to Nate's body," she murmurs, frowning out across the bridge. "But then it wouldn' really help her cause, would it?" Gods, it's all so complicated, Isla scowling and pressing her eyes shut as if to put that on the backburner of her mind for now.
And she's happy to sit that way for however long Sunjata wants, but as he speaks again, she can't help but look proud of him. "As a doctor, I would recommend it, yes," she says softly. "As your friend, I'd say you're likely to be just as hungover tomorrow regardless of how much you drink now. So you do whatever you need to do, okay?"
"I would agree that I think Safrin is more of a worry than Ronin or Remi when it comes to Nate's body," she murmurs, frowning out across the bridge. "But then it wouldn' really help her cause, would it?" Gods, it's all so complicated, Isla scowling and pressing her eyes shut as if to put that on the backburner of her mind for now.
And she's happy to sit that way for however long Sunjata wants, but as he speaks again, she can't help but look proud of him. "As a doctor, I would recommend it, yes," she says softly. "As your friend, I'd say you're likely to be just as hungover tomorrow regardless of how much you drink now. So you do whatever you need to do, okay?"
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
