we're always running scared but holding knives
"Or perhaps we should stop letting you out with Hunters so often. That way you will need decontamination less," Isla points out, though her voice is slightly far away due to her pace towards the examination room. Listening intently as he begins to explain, it's only once the door is shut and they are away from very authoritative scientist eyes that she softens, lowering the clipboard to set it down on a nearby counter.
"Sorry," she says, glancing up at Remi with a tired smile, "but knickers got into such a twist because you were late. On the plus side, it's how I managed to swing the rota to be your debrief." Gathering up her equipment and loading it - and the clipboard - onto a small, wheeled table, she rolls it up beside where Remi is sitting.
"That is the fourth water hag in two weeks," she murmurs. "Does she have anything to do with your missing shoes and clothes, or were they merely a casualty of the situation?"
"Sorry," she says, glancing up at Remi with a tired smile, "but knickers got into such a twist because you were late. On the plus side, it's how I managed to swing the rota to be your debrief." Gathering up her equipment and loading it - and the clipboard - onto a small, wheeled table, she rolls it up beside where Remi is sitting.
"That is the fourth water hag in two weeks," she murmurs. "Does she have anything to do with your missing shoes and clothes, or were they merely a casualty of the situation?"
Isla
