we're always running scared but holding knives
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you won't find very many flowers down here in the undertown," Isla says, though she'd be lying if she said she didn't find Remi's concern over doing things properly to be very sweet. "And whether she gets any ideas or not, this is still my project and she'll have to accept whatever excuse I give her." Two can play at the I need Remi for my research game. And Ronin's note-taking is non-existent shit, too.
Wrinkling her nose, it's on that bittersweet note that Isla checks the IV and leans forward to remove it now that it's empty. "I'm glad at least there are some improvements," she murmurs, rising to her feet. "I need to go and discipline some interns now for handling you so roughly when you got back. But... well. I'll see you tomorrow, won't I?" She smiles.
Wrinkling her nose, it's on that bittersweet note that Isla checks the IV and leans forward to remove it now that it's empty. "I'm glad at least there are some improvements," she murmurs, rising to her feet. "I need to go and discipline some interns now for handling you so roughly when you got back. But... well. I'll see you tomorrow, won't I?" She smiles.
Isla
