[Medic turns, flashing Engineer a bright, entirely unapologetic smile.]
That's what we're going to find out.
[He holds the bottle up, giving it a playful little shake before setting it on the counter.]
Granted, I could have crushed the pills and analyzed the powder in my lab, but this much more fun.
[Apparently tripping balls or having a horrible, potentially life-threatening allergic reaction qualifies as Fun in Medic's book.]
B.
[Medic opens his mouth to argue, a finger raised mid-air to accentuate whatever point he's about to make, but no words come. He just sort of stalls out, the gears in his head slowing to a crawl as he realizes he doesn't actually have a good counter to Engie's argument]
[Medic abruptly drops his hand, his jaw clicking shut as he levels Engineer with a flat, exasperated look. Damn him for being so reasonable.]
If anyone dies, their blood will be on your hands. And then your blood will be on my hands.
[Don't worry Engie, he doesn't mean it. He definitely sounds like he does, and the murderous expression on his face certainly gives support to that idea, but you know him. He just gets a little cranky when he's tired.]
no subject
[Medic turns, flashing Engineer a bright, entirely unapologetic smile.]
That's what we're going to find out.
[He holds the bottle up, giving it a playful little shake before setting it on the counter.]
Granted, I could have crushed the pills and analyzed the powder in my lab, but this much more fun.
[Apparently tripping balls or having a horrible, potentially life-threatening allergic reaction qualifies as Fun in Medic's book.]
B.
[Medic opens his mouth to argue, a finger raised mid-air to accentuate whatever point he's about to make, but no words come. He just sort of stalls out, the gears in his head slowing to a crawl as he realizes he doesn't actually have a good counter to Engie's argument]
[Medic abruptly drops his hand, his jaw clicking shut as he levels Engineer with a flat, exasperated look. Damn him for being so reasonable.]
If anyone dies, their blood will be on your hands. And then your blood will be on my hands.
[Don't worry Engie, he doesn't mean it. He definitely sounds like he does, and the murderous expression on his face certainly gives support to that idea, but you know him. He just gets a little cranky when he's tired.]