Juliet is limping along the hall- the grazes to her thigh weren't so deep that walking is a lost art, just difficult and occasionally painful, but to hell if she's going to sit back and let Torchwood be understaffed in a crisis such a this. Mostly she's just been monitoring Tachi's condition with a lot of No, I can do it, you tend to everyone else. I got shot to get to her, I might as well look after her. Thank you, Owen, but maybe you can find a nice little handbasket and go to Hell now.
So, yes, full day.
Really, she just needs to move a little. The bleeding's been staunched fairly nicely and the grazes themselves weren't anywhere where walking would pull the stitches out as long as she walks slowly and favors her injured leg just a bit. She doesn't intend to walk far- just to the end of the hall and back so that her legs don't fall asleep on her, because if something else happens... Well, no one wants to be dragged down because their legs went to sleep.
Oh look a bear. She's on very light medication, because she wanted to be cognizant and alert in case Tachi's situation changed any (and she's been stable for awhile now, thus Juliet's decision to take a walk), but it's just enough that the sight of a bear isn't immediately disturbing until she remembers the journal entry.
Maya looks up, catches sight of Juliet limping along, and pulls herself up onto her hind feet. She's still more than a little distressed about sending her into the path of an archangel, and at the moment that's going to manifest as worry as she waddles up, puts a paw on Juliet's arm, and motions Sit down! (there's an implied you should) with her free hand.
"I've been sitting down all day, if that's what you're saying," Juliet sighs and reaches over to pat Maya's head with her uninjured arm. "The angel's stable, but unconscious. She lost a lot of blood and getting a decent transfusion..."
She trails off and rather than wave it off with her hand, she scratches Maya's ears. It's very weird to do that to something that used to be a person, but she met a werewolf once and fed it raw chicken, so this behavior towards people-shaped things that are occasionally animals isn't altogether new.
"I'll go back in a moment. I just needed to get on my feet again." For a quiet person, she's generally very active. A silent tornado of whirlwind energy except she manages to spare the time to sit down and read a book, but concentrating on a book is a daunting task at this point.
Maya whuffles and nods. She knows well the pangs of being in a chair, at a desk, not doing anything for too long. And as long as she's not tearing out stitches...
She accepts the scratch with general good humour. Hell, she's just over a metre tall, and fuzzy. She might be tempted to scratch, too. Besides, it feels good.
She brings both paws up to her eyes, shakes her head, and makes a loud exhalation which neatly sums up how she feels about... everything that's happened. Stupid Harkness, stupid Archangels, stupid war that the entire city fell into without notice or consent. She's had enough of this.
Juliet chuckles a little and shifts over to lean against a wall to take her weight completely off her injured leg for a bit. She still doesn't want to sit down, but standing still too long is a bit more difficult than walking as far as her injury is concerned.
"I can agree with that." She closes her eyes and exhales deeply through her nose. "Before I came here, I knew a man who killed over a hundred defenseless people because what could, for all practical purposes, have been a voice in his head told him to. He had people hunted down, manipulated other people to kill for him. He wasn't a good man. He thought he was right. He thought his actions were justified, even if they were probably insane delusions for all I know."
She clenches her fists at her side, the tension shooting up her injured arm and causing her to wince a little. "I'm not sure whose behavior is closer to his- Jack's or the angels'. All I know is that I don't like it, but I've lived in these moral grey areas for so long that I don't think I can judge either side and not sound like a hypocrite."
She can't recall how many times she's actively discussed her past, but it hasn't been many and especially not like that, but now's as good a time as any... When she's talking to someone who is bearshaped at the moment.
Maya growls, long and low, but she's looking away from Juliet. Not growling at her. Just... the world.
She raises two claws, taps them on air to emphasize two, and whacks her paw into the side of her head. They're both insane. Then, after a moment, presses her paw into her chest, then taps her head, then shakes her head. But I have to admit, I don't know what to think.
And she thought CID offered interesting moral dilemmas. It was black and white compared to this place.
Shapeshifters. You gotta love 'em. First Gene and his covert ops chipmunk spectacular and now Maya the pantomiming bear. Maybe there's hope for Torchwood's future if it ever decided to seek out less violent means of existence in the circus.
"Welcome to the fantastic world of the morally ambiguous where everything is more shades of grey than anyone would have anticipated." She smacks her head against the wall gently. "I got shot by a kid, Maya." Or what looked like one. Hard to tell with angels. "And then I shot him in the back, which, for the record, isn't the first time I've done that. I'm no stranger to these kind of situations, but that doesn't make them any more daunting."
Somehow it's easier to talk to people when they're bears.
Maya lets a shudder wend down her back, raising her fur as it goes. She'd never seen anything like it, the killers or the killed - and she'd watched Georgia on the screens shoot Mat, watched her blast down the door to get at Sam only to be taken down by a lion and a shot to the head. Watched her bleed out, and there was no sympathy for or from anyone.
She straightens up, though. Frowns, perhaps exaggeratedly, and shakes her head. Draws a few circles on her wrist and tries to make a ticking sound... a few more circles... stop. Shakes her head again, and shrugs.
She's trying to say Well, the time for changing things is passed, but she's not sure that's coming through.
Juliet furrows her brows a bit, trying to discern that little bit of pantomime. She and Rachel used to play charades when they were kids and she was always ridiculously good at it, but that's a bit different. Watch, maybe. Or time.
Time.
Well that much got through and she can figure the rest out on her own. "Yeah. Not much a fertility doctor-turned-medic and a bear can do anyway, huh?" She gives Maya a small small and a slight eyebrow raise.
Maya makes a noise of discontent far back in her throat, and lets her tongue loll out in a Bleh expression. This isn't what she signed up for. She had no idea what she did sign up for but she knows this wasn't it.
And what's more, she knows that this isn't what Sam would have recruited her for - she knows him well enough to be certain of that. Which means that Romana attacked and Jack hijacked Torchwood, and because of that, thirteen people died.
She goes to all fours, going through the motions of scratching RMNA and JACK on the floor, and then drags her claws across the area almost hard enough to cause damage to the flooring. Oh, the depth of antipathy she has for each of them, right now.
Juliet snickers again and folds her arms over her chest in a way that doesn't pull on her injured shoulder. She really ought to get back to Tachi and check her vitals, make sure everything is okay. Work's never done and does not stop for Maya-as-a-bear.
But she has to agree with that sentiment. "If we had known and Sam and Gwen had been in charge, it wouldn't have happened like this."
But how would they have known and who's to say the bodycount wouldn't have been higher? It's complicated and Juliet doesn't want to think about in depth. No one's right, no one's wrong, and everyone's fucked. That's how it is.
"I need to get back to my patient and I'll sit down for awhile again, I promise." Reassuring her anyway. She can't quite bend her knees, but she manages to rather awkwardly scritch Maya's ears again as she starts to hobble off. Petting a bear makes things better or something. Just a little, anyway.
So, yes, full day.
Really, she just needs to move a little. The bleeding's been staunched fairly nicely and the grazes themselves weren't anywhere where walking would pull the stitches out as long as she walks slowly and favors her injured leg just a bit. She doesn't intend to walk far- just to the end of the hall and back so that her legs don't fall asleep on her, because if something else happens... Well, no one wants to be dragged down because their legs went to sleep.
Oh look a bear. She's on very light medication, because she wanted to be cognizant and alert in case Tachi's situation changed any (and she's been stable for awhile now, thus Juliet's decision to take a walk), but it's just enough that the sight of a bear isn't immediately disturbing until she remembers the journal entry.
"Maya."
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She trails off and rather than wave it off with her hand, she scratches Maya's ears. It's very weird to do that to something that used to be a person, but she met a werewolf once and fed it raw chicken, so this behavior towards people-shaped things that are occasionally animals isn't altogether new.
"I'll go back in a moment. I just needed to get on my feet again." For a quiet person, she's generally very active. A silent tornado of whirlwind energy except she manages to spare the time to sit down and read a book, but concentrating on a book is a daunting task at this point.
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She accepts the scratch with general good humour. Hell, she's just over a metre tall, and fuzzy. She might be tempted to scratch, too. Besides, it feels good.
She brings both paws up to her eyes, shakes her head, and makes a loud exhalation which neatly sums up how she feels about... everything that's happened. Stupid Harkness, stupid Archangels, stupid war that the entire city fell into without notice or consent. She's had enough of this.
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"I can agree with that." She closes her eyes and exhales deeply through her nose. "Before I came here, I knew a man who killed over a hundred defenseless people because what could, for all practical purposes, have been a voice in his head told him to. He had people hunted down, manipulated other people to kill for him. He wasn't a good man. He thought he was right. He thought his actions were justified, even if they were probably insane delusions for all I know."
She clenches her fists at her side, the tension shooting up her injured arm and causing her to wince a little. "I'm not sure whose behavior is closer to his- Jack's or the angels'. All I know is that I don't like it, but I've lived in these moral grey areas for so long that I don't think I can judge either side and not sound like a hypocrite."
She can't recall how many times she's actively discussed her past, but it hasn't been many and especially not like that, but now's as good a time as any... When she's talking to someone who is bearshaped at the moment.
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She raises two claws, taps them on air to emphasize two, and whacks her paw into the side of her head. They're both insane. Then, after a moment, presses her paw into her chest, then taps her head, then shakes her head. But I have to admit, I don't know what to think.
And she thought CID offered interesting moral dilemmas. It was black and white compared to this place.
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"Welcome to the fantastic world of the morally ambiguous where everything is more shades of grey than anyone would have anticipated." She smacks her head against the wall gently. "I got shot by a kid, Maya." Or what looked like one. Hard to tell with angels. "And then I shot him in the back, which, for the record, isn't the first time I've done that. I'm no stranger to these kind of situations, but that doesn't make them any more daunting."
Somehow it's easier to talk to people when they're bears.
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She straightens up, though. Frowns, perhaps exaggeratedly, and shakes her head. Draws a few circles on her wrist and tries to make a ticking sound... a few more circles... stop. Shakes her head again, and shrugs.
She's trying to say Well, the time for changing things is passed, but she's not sure that's coming through.
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Time.
Well that much got through and she can figure the rest out on her own. "Yeah. Not much a fertility doctor-turned-medic and a bear can do anyway, huh?" She gives Maya a small small and a slight eyebrow raise.
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And what's more, she knows that this isn't what Sam would have recruited her for - she knows him well enough to be certain of that. Which means that Romana attacked and Jack hijacked Torchwood, and because of that, thirteen people died.
She goes to all fours, going through the motions of scratching RMNA and JACK on the floor, and then drags her claws across the area almost hard enough to cause damage to the flooring. Oh, the depth of antipathy she has for each of them, right now.
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But she has to agree with that sentiment. "If we had known and Sam and Gwen had been in charge, it wouldn't have happened like this."
But how would they have known and who's to say the bodycount wouldn't have been higher? It's complicated and Juliet doesn't want to think about in depth. No one's right, no one's wrong, and everyone's fucked. That's how it is.
"I need to get back to my patient and I'll sit down for awhile again, I promise." Reassuring her anyway. She can't quite bend her knees, but she manages to rather awkwardly scritch Maya's ears again as she starts to hobble off. Petting a bear makes things better or something. Just a little, anyway.
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