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[lena_mccoy]

[On a swing, but not swinging.]

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[rightawaydoctor]

[She plops down on the swing next to her and starts swinging.] How's it going?

[lena_mccoy]

[Lena raises an amused eyebrow at Christine. Of course the girl would take to swinging.] All right. You enjoying our afternoon in the sun?

[rightawaydoctor]

[She tilts her face up towards the sun.] Sure am. Why aren't you swinging though? If you came out here to sit, I'm sure there's benches around. You're wasting a perfectly good swing, you know.

[lena_mccoy]

I'm a grown woman, Christine. I can't swing. [Never mind that she wanted to and that was precisely why she was sitting here.]

[rightawaydoctor]

Are you saying I'm not a grown woman? Ouch. [She kicked off and held her legs out straight, tilting her head back more.]

[lena_mccoy]

Oh, with that face, you'll look like a sweet young thing for decades.

[rightawaydoctor]

[She chuckles.] So long as everyone still calls me ma'am while on duty, I can handle that.

[lena_mccoy]

I'll be sure they do.

[rightawaydoctor]

Great. [She gestures to Lena's swing.] Now let loose and get swingin'.

[lena_mccoy]

You best not be tellin' the crew about this, Nurse. [Because you've managed to catch her, Christine, at the perfect moment to let go. Lena wraps her hands around the swing's chains and pushes back, pumping her feet as she starts to swing.]

[rightawaydoctor]

I won't say a word. Mostly because no one would believe me.

[lena_mccoy]

Smart, smart girl.

[rightawaydoctor]

Have to be, to keep up with you. [She swings higher.]

[lena_mccoy]

Thank you. [That actually sounds sort of sweetly genuine, and Lena gives Christine a rare smile, pumping her legs a little. Not going too high, but not sitting still, either.]

[rightawaydoctor]

[She smiles back, letting herself swing without pushing off until she comes to a natural stop.] So what brings you out here? Fresh air, sunlight, no vast emptiness of space?

[lena_mccoy]

All of th'above. Been a long while since I even saw a playground, too. Was feelin' a bit nostalgic, I suppose. Joanna was always funny about swings. Didn't like 'em to start out, but once you got her going, she couldn't stop laughing. [All that sun and air is making her chatty, apparently. Stories about her daughter are rare, even if Christine gets more of them than some people.]