[She narrows her eyes faintly and rocks forward where she sits. Okay, consider her interest redirected from plotting how to best beat responsibility into Kaburagi back to Jasper.]
I did. What's the matter?
[She's not going to say the Neheda's on board medical tech is so expansive that it could fix everything under the sun (though something the CDC has is - a thought she dismisses forcefully; better not to think about Blue's mission regardless of how many bodies they have piling up now; whatever had been used to bring those recruits back wasn't accessible to them now, so might as well forget about it) - but Jasper's hands at least looked like they were pretty well taken care of.
[ Jasper looks worried as he glances from the commander to his wrapped hands, then to the small table beside his bed. There's a juicebox sitting there, knocked over but unopened. ]
[There is a long, pregnant pause of silence - filled by the low beeps and whirr of medical's machinery, a cough from someone in another bed - as Shepard follows his eyes to the juicebox. She fixes it with a flat stare and then her hand moves out, takes it off the small table.
She balances it on her knee with one hand, peels the straw out of its wrapper with the other, and pierces the foil seal with a no-nonsense flick of the wrist before holding it out to Jasper so he can (hopefully) clumsily clutch it between his football shaped bandaged hands.
[ The long silence that follows is just enough to make him think... maybe juicebox emergencies aren't the kind of thing he should be calling Shepard in for. Maybe somebody already in medical could've taken care of that. But it made sense in his head at the time; in trouble, call Shepard. Everything he told her about the spacecat hunt, the burns, and his sleep deprivation... it had all been nothing but him being side-tracked from accomplishing this goal. ]
Thanks.
[ He sits up again and takes it, clumsily indeed, balancing it more between his wrists than his hands. Finally, apple juice. He woke up so thirsty. ]
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I did. What's the matter?
[She's not going to say the Neheda's on board medical tech is so expansive that it could fix everything under the sun (though something the CDC has is - a thought she dismisses forcefully; better not to think about Blue's mission regardless of how many bodies they have piling up now; whatever had been used to bring those recruits back wasn't accessible to them now, so might as well forget about it) - but Jasper's hands at least looked like they were pretty well taken care of.
So then what was the issue?]
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I can't get the straw in.
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She balances it on her knee with one hand, peels the straw out of its wrapper with the other, and pierces the foil seal with a no-nonsense flick of the wrist before holding it out to Jasper so he can (hopefully) clumsily clutch it between his football shaped bandaged hands.
Okay. Sure.]
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Thanks.
[ He sits up again and takes it, clumsily indeed, balancing it more between his wrists than his hands. Finally, apple juice. He woke up so thirsty. ]