[Engineer would put own his own, but it's probably rude to stamp out a cigar in the middle of a pharmacy. He snorts as he finishes another drag.]
Trust me. My sister's all spitfire and cuss words. Y'all got more reason to be afraid of Evelyn Conagher-Freeman than she does any of you.
[Then he turns around and-- oh. Oh. You're doing this. You're eating pills.]
Do I wanna ask what that was? [Powerful. Cool!!!] ... I'll keep the dispenser out.
[Partly for Medic, partly for everyone else in case they're down a doctor for a day.]
B.
[He has his own shtick! You're making him do this!!!
Anyway. Medic might be a little taller, but that doesn't stop Engineer from holding the pen away from him at arm's length. The other hand grabs at his collar.]
Doc, we've lived this far. Day ain't gonna make a difference.
[He pulls at Medic's collar to try and get him moving forward. He realizes he'll have to watch himself through the bloody floor, but the first step was getting Medic moving in the first place.]
Besides, you'll do 'em better after some sleep. [That, and honestly: Engineer doesn't trust you to build eight anti-death machines on epinephrine alone.] I'll help y'out.
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[Engineer would put own his own, but it's probably rude to stamp out a cigar in the middle of a pharmacy. He snorts as he finishes another drag.]
Trust me. My sister's all spitfire and cuss words. Y'all got more reason to be afraid of Evelyn Conagher-Freeman than she does any of you.
[Then he turns around and-- oh. Oh. You're doing this. You're eating pills.]
Do I wanna ask what that was? [Powerful. Cool!!!] ... I'll keep the dispenser out.
[Partly for Medic, partly for everyone else in case they're down a doctor for a day.]
B.
[He has his own shtick! You're making him do this!!!
Anyway. Medic might be a little taller, but that doesn't stop Engineer from holding the pen away from him at arm's length. The other hand grabs at his collar.]
Doc, we've lived this far. Day ain't gonna make a difference.
[He pulls at Medic's collar to try and get him moving forward. He realizes he'll have to watch himself through the bloody floor, but the first step was getting Medic moving in the first place.]
Besides, you'll do 'em better after some sleep. [That, and honestly: Engineer doesn't trust you to build eight anti-death machines on epinephrine alone.] I'll help y'out.