[ The SFC clatters to the ground on its side and the feed switches on just in time to see a figure in a stark white suit stumbling forward. Of course, his white isn't immaculate as it used to be. There are catches of dust and dirt on it and the doctor is heaving, catching his breath as he leans against a tree. His back is turned to the fallen SFC
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Are you quite alright?
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[ He's lighting a cigarette of his own, totally calm, leaning against a tree. ]
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[ And he takes a drag, staring at the sky above. ]
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[ She relaxes a bit -- he's alright, and that's what matters. ]
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[ Hm. Concern. Well that was new. Welcome, certainly... but new. ]
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[ She takes a drag off of her cigar, before flicking the ashes in an ashtray -- from the looks of it, she's sitting outside somewhere. ]
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[ He taps the cigarette against the tree before slipping it back into his mouth. In his opinion, he looks TERRIBLE. ]
And yourself? I take it you've been rather well?
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[ She'd have to agree there -- he looks like hell, but she's not going to mention that. Lord knows there have been times where she's had that exact tired, haggard look about her. ]
Yes, thank you. I have been... attempting to relax.
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[ A small smirk as he pulled himself from the tree. ]
Has anything worked for you, perhaps?
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[ She chuckles a bit -- such a thing was usually Walter's job, but really... he wasn't here, and it was slowly dawning on her just how much she relied on her butler. ]
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[ Somehow, this doesn't surprise him but it's still a weird way of relaxing. ]
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[ She chuckles, finishing off her cigar. ]
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Assuring yourself of a stable future?
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Something like that, yes.
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