Around the dorms [Early Friday afternoon]

[sorella_vecchia]

Hilshire had stopped at a 24-hour pharmacy (which he described as 'very convenient') to pick up a simple arm sling and an over-sized pair of tweezers. He'd wanted to remove the two bullets from her arm right there in the parking lot, but Triela had shot him a sour look which had made him shrug and start driving. She pulled them while they were on

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[endsthegame]

"You look like you got beat up by a building," Ender said, kindly, as he passed her by in the hallway. He'd taken a moment to consider actually talking to her, and recent events had fallen out towards the yes option.

Presuming she wasn't going to ask questions again, but even about those, he didn't feel quite as fussed.

[sorella_vecchia]

"I'm fine," Triela groused.

She shrugged her left shoulder in the sling. "Just got shot."

[endsthegame]

"I couldn't tell," Ender countered, dryly, his eyes flicking down to look at the sling. "I didn't take you for the 'getting shot' kind."

[sorella_vecchia]

"I was in a hurry," she explained with the strained patience of someone who doesn't like having her competence questioned. "And since I'm basically bullet-proof I can get some significant tactical advantages by not needing to take cover."

[inthereflexes]

Jack caught sight of Triela on the stairway. "Oh, jeez, you need help with those?" he asked, pointing at her...well, the sling and the bags both.

[sorella_vecchia]

"Nope," Triela said easily. Normally she'd remember to thank him for the offer, but she was still upset with Hilshire so she didn't say anything.

[inthereflexes]

He blinked a few times. "But... the sling?" It was partly just to be polite and partly...people shouldn't have to carry bags if they have a sling. "I mean..."

[sorella_vecchia]

"This?" she frowned, shrugging her left arm. "It's not a problem. Just a couple of bullets."