[For a moment, she has a vivid memory of sitting in a room with other hostages. Everything hurt. Her clothes hurt. She could feel every thread in the fabric digging into her skin that molded like wet tissue to whatever she was wearing. She had taken off her boots, then, and her skin and toenails had come off inside her socks. That's not this, but there's a scent that's familiar (the scent of skin melting away?), but she's snapped out of her memory when he speaks again.]
Probably about to pass out. [Small mercies?] Stay still, Jim.
[He probably doesn't want to move that foot after Claire gently sets it down. Then, she's not so gently going through drawers and cabinets, finding an alarming amount of various supplies with directions on them. Useful, but she's never been a fan of just anyone playing with tools.
(Ask her about the blood drive when she first arrived, sometime.)
Then again, there's a lot she doesn't recognize.
She glances back at him over her shoulder as she reaches up to pull down some bottles that look particularly useful. Some things are universal.]
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Probably about to pass out. [Small mercies?] Stay still, Jim.
[He probably doesn't want to move that foot after Claire gently sets it down. Then, she's not so gently going through drawers and cabinets, finding an alarming amount of various supplies with directions on them. Useful, but she's never been a fan of just anyone playing with tools.
(Ask her about the blood drive when she first arrived, sometime.)
Then again, there's a lot she doesn't recognize.
She glances back at him over her shoulder as she reaches up to pull down some bottles that look particularly useful. Some things are universal.]
Just a moment.