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[big_violin]

[ooc: Aphartimed to BEFORE the battle meeting, just AFTER Sizer's entrance]There is a very dazed looking Hamel wandering around the apartments

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[jianhuo]

If he's going to be dancing around 202 like that, then he's going to be bumping into his favorite redhead. At least she only half-heartedly glares at him before adjusting her handful of--

Well. It looks like the in-progress barrel of a very, very big gun.

"Pacing don't do much but wear a whole in the floor, ai ren," she notes, smirking a little. "Go be productive if you're going to be awake."

[big_violin]

"Shut up."

Automatic response. He stops and flops up against the wall, leaning in a way to suggest that he probably wouldn't do well standing without the wall at the moment.

"Shit."

[jianhuo]

Brow? Arched. "Not an especially brilliant way to speak to a woman holding a gun," she notes. Sure, it's not finished, but it's still there!

And she's hungry and heading for 202.

[big_violin]

And thus he's watching her like a hawk, all pretenses of the clowning bufoon gone for the moment.

"Get back to the part where I give a shit," he answers sharply, "where're you going?"

[shengge]

Simon has been in the infirmary. His infirmary, he can't help thinking.

Simon is Not Pleased. Especially when he notices the drying blood on Hamel's hands.

"...Hamel? Could I have a word with you, please?"

[big_violin]

He looks up, startled, and blinks at Simon.

"Oh. What? Yes."

[shengge]

"Were you in the infirmary today?"

He looks pointedly at Hamel's hands.

[big_violin]

He looks down.

"No."

He looks down again.

"Well, for a minute."