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[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Are you kidding? That was a hole in one," says a distinctive voice, from the door. "I've heard many a fine shot in my day, and that was one. How could you miss the roar of the crowd

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[flail_victoria]

"need help?" asked a girl looking up from some work she would rather not be doing. Good thing this guy can't see her eyes, or teeth.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"That," says Hawkeye, stopping his noisy progress and turning toward the sound of the voice (almost; he's a few degrees off), "depends entirely on what sort of help you're offering."

He grins.

"Think you can point me toward the bar?"

[flail_victoria]

She caught one of his arms with her oh so cold hands, and hooked her arm in his,"How about a guide?"

He might hear her smile.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Ehhhh, I've seen the place," he says, flippantly dismissive. "End of the universe, strange and unusual patrons, exploding stars -- I know how the whole deal works. If you feel inclined to guide me toward the bar, however, I think we might just have an accord."

(He frowns just a little bit -- under the bandages -- at that cold skin.)

[flail_victoria]

"I was in need of a refill," she said she is British, "I am Seras Victoria."

She started to lead him to the bar.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Hawkeye Pierce," he says. "You haven't by any chance been doing handstands on a block of ice, have you, Seras?"

[flail_victoria]

"No," she said laughing a little, "I have not, it is my natural temperature."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Huh," he says. "Now, I may be just a doctor, but I've got this funny idea that somebody with that kind of body temperature is typically clinically dead."

[flail_victoria]

Seras giggled.

"Well, and to my experience those that have the temperature you have are considered clinically alive," she said, "Ah! here we are."

She stopped and put his hand on the bar's surface.

"Lady bar my usual please, and whatever he would have," she said, "Usually, my Master and I are not included in the casualty reports among the living."

[yankeedoodle_dr]

'Casualty reports among the living.' Hawkeye's not sure of that or what it means, so he doesn't respond.

"It'll be a vodka martini," he says, getting up on a stool with some amount of clumsiness. "And both on my tab. That was a very smooth ride." He salutes her with his martini, after a moment's groping for it.

[flail_victoria]

"Oh, I insist it be on my tab," she said... It would be the awkward glass of blood on his bill, "You are welcome. So, you are a doctor?"

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Indeed, I am," Hawkeye says. "First person to make a 'physician, heal thyself' joke is a terrible human being."

(He says it lightly.)

[flail_victoria]

"What if I am not human?" she asked.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"Then the first person to make a 'physician, heal thyself' joke is a terrible being," he says smoothly.

[flail_victoria]

Seras laughed.

"That does work," she said, "So a toast to blindness an the kindness of strangers human and otherwise?"

She lifted her glass.

[yankeedoodle_dr]

"To the kindness of strangers, inhuman or not." He holds up his glass, too. "Though if you're expecting me to be able to clink my glass against yours, you've got another thing coming."