[If Medic notices the sudden change of subject (which, duh, how could he not?), he doesn't mention it. He's more than happy to let Dell pretend like the previous conversation never happened, and move right on forward into less awkward waters.]
[He pushes away from the counter, slipping the cigar into his pocket as he moves to resume his futile search for something interesting within the once-hallowed halls of the pharmacy.]
Would that maybe be contingent on whether or not you can convince her to allow a group of mercenaries within a hundred yards of her infant son?
[He grins, because pointing out how they're all a bunch of armed and dangerous lunatics never stops being funny, then turns his attention back to a pill-bottle with an unfamiliar label. Medic squints, trying to make sense of the name, but it just doesn't ring any bells. Must be some sort of off-brand medication, maybe something foreign or quite possibly illegal in most parts of the country.]
[Medic stares for a moment more, considering the possible uses and side effects, before shrugging his shoulders, popping the cap, and shaking a few of the pills directly into his mouth.]
[He swallows them dry because he's just Powerful like that, and cringes at the bitter aftertaste.]
Ach. Well, the next twenty four hours are going to be interesting.
B
[Wow okay rude. Medic is the only person allowed to steal medical equipment, Engie needs to get his own shtick.]
Wh - Don't be ridiculous. I've only just begun to refine the reanimation process.
[He's just gonna try and take that pen back, because he doesn't actually expect Engie to fight him on this - the first of many wrong assumptions his sleep deprived brain will make tonight.]
I'll need to work through the night if I'm to have eight more machines ready before the next attack.
no subject
[If Medic notices the sudden change of subject (which, duh, how could he not?), he doesn't mention it. He's more than happy to let Dell pretend like the previous conversation never happened, and move right on forward into less awkward waters.]
[He pushes away from the counter, slipping the cigar into his pocket as he moves to resume his futile search for something interesting within the once-hallowed halls of the pharmacy.]
Would that maybe be contingent on whether or not you can convince her to allow a group of mercenaries within a hundred yards of her infant son?
[He grins, because pointing out how they're all a bunch of armed and dangerous lunatics never stops being funny, then turns his attention back to a pill-bottle with an unfamiliar label. Medic squints, trying to make sense of the name, but it just doesn't ring any bells. Must be some sort of off-brand medication, maybe something foreign or quite possibly illegal in most parts of the country.]
[Medic stares for a moment more, considering the possible uses and side effects, before shrugging his shoulders, popping the cap, and shaking a few of the pills directly into his mouth.]
[He swallows them dry because he's just Powerful like that, and cringes at the bitter aftertaste.]
Ach. Well, the next twenty four hours are going to be interesting.
B
[Wow okay rude. Medic is the only person allowed to steal medical equipment, Engie needs to get his own shtick.]
Wh - Don't be ridiculous. I've only just begun to refine the reanimation process.
[He's just gonna try and take that pen back, because he doesn't actually expect Engie to fight him on this - the first of many wrong assumptions his sleep deprived brain will make tonight.]
I'll need to work through the night if I'm to have eight more machines ready before the next attack.