Juliet is limping along the hall- the grazes to her thigh weren't so deep that walking is a lost art, just difficult and occasionally painful, but to hell if she's going to sit back and let Torchwood be understaffed in a crisis such a this. Mostly she's just been monitoring Tachi's condition with a lot of No, I can do it, you tend to everyone else. I got shot to get to her, I might as well look after her. Thank you, Owen, but maybe you can find a nice little handbasket and go to Hell now.
So, yes, full day.
Really, she just needs to move a little. The bleeding's been staunched fairly nicely and the grazes themselves weren't anywhere where walking would pull the stitches out as long as she walks slowly and favors her injured leg just a bit. She doesn't intend to walk far- just to the end of the hall and back so that her legs don't fall asleep on her, because if something else happens... Well, no one wants to be dragged down because their legs went to sleep.
Oh look a bear. She's on very light medication, because she wanted to be
( ... )
Maya looks up, catches sight of Juliet limping along, and pulls herself up onto her hind feet. She's still more than a little distressed about sending her into the path of an archangel, and at the moment that's going to manifest as worry as she waddles up, puts a paw on Juliet's arm, and motions Sit down! (there's an implied you should) with her free hand.
"I've been sitting down all day, if that's what you're saying," Juliet sighs and reaches over to pat Maya's head with her uninjured arm. "The angel's stable, but unconscious. She lost a lot of blood and getting a decent transfusion..."
She trails off and rather than wave it off with her hand, she scratches Maya's ears. It's very weird to do that to something that used to be a person, but she met a werewolf once and fed it raw chicken, so this behavior towards people-shaped things that are occasionally animals isn't altogether new.
"I'll go back in a moment. I just needed to get on my feet again." For a quiet person, she's generally very active. A silent tornado of whirlwind energy except she manages to spare the time to sit down and read a book, but concentrating on a book is a daunting task at this point.
Maya whuffles and nods. She knows well the pangs of being in a chair, at a desk, not doing anything for too long. And as long as she's not tearing out stitches...
She accepts the scratch with general good humour. Hell, she's just over a metre tall, and fuzzy. She might be tempted to scratch, too. Besides, it feels good.
She brings both paws up to her eyes, shakes her head, and makes a loud exhalation which neatly sums up how she feels about... everything that's happened. Stupid Harkness, stupid Archangels, stupid war that the entire city fell into without notice or consent. She's had enough of this.
Gene's human-shaped again. For the time being. He'd been working his way up towards consciousness when Maya stormed in and punched Harkness, and he's all kinds of unhappy about the whole situation. Not that there's a lot he can do about it.
He was advised to keep his right arm in a sling to avoid damaging the muscles any further. He's currently ignoring that advice.
And he recognizes that bear, never mind that the last time he saw her she was trying to eat him.
"DI Roy. Think I could have a word, once you're person-shaped?" Whenever that happens to be. No rush, he thinks.
Maya goes up onto her hindfeet, her entire not-so-impressive four foot height, and looks at him. Technically, he outranks her - even if he is from the Dark Ages of CID when they were so incompetent that they got her father killed. Of course, that's CID rules, and no one bothered to tell her who he was in Torchwood, or if there was a chain of command or any organizational structure at all.
And she really doesn't like the man. Even after he was one of the key members in keeping Sam from dying a violent death, she doesn't have to like him.
But there's no sense in being a bitch, so long as she has to live in a building with him. She grunts, using her nose to indicate the way back down the hall toward her room.
Right. Just give me a moment to slip into something more professional.
"No rush," Gene says, which is him trying to be diplomatic, "but I won't argue if you'd rather have this over with. I'll just wait here, then?"
He's not looking forward to this talk, but if Maya's going to be working with Torchwood, they're bound to see each other. Might as well get things sorted.
...It's amazing how diplomatic Gene can get when he's no longer Manchester's sheriff, able to solve everything by kicking the shit out of people. It really is.
Get this over with. That's ever so encouraging. But she nods, curtly, and trundles off.
It doesn't take Maya long to change into clothing, once she gets to her room. It's not as though she's going anyplace she needs to look her best, and the suit she took from the Conrad's stores is low-maintenance. Pants, trousers, shirt, coat, she's ready to go and heading back to the hall where he's waiting.
She stops not terribly close to him. Considering how well they got on the last times they talked...
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So, yes, full day.
Really, she just needs to move a little. The bleeding's been staunched fairly nicely and the grazes themselves weren't anywhere where walking would pull the stitches out as long as she walks slowly and favors her injured leg just a bit. She doesn't intend to walk far- just to the end of the hall and back so that her legs don't fall asleep on her, because if something else happens... Well, no one wants to be dragged down because their legs went to sleep.
Oh look a bear. She's on very light medication, because she wanted to be ( ... )
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She trails off and rather than wave it off with her hand, she scratches Maya's ears. It's very weird to do that to something that used to be a person, but she met a werewolf once and fed it raw chicken, so this behavior towards people-shaped things that are occasionally animals isn't altogether new.
"I'll go back in a moment. I just needed to get on my feet again." For a quiet person, she's generally very active. A silent tornado of whirlwind energy except she manages to spare the time to sit down and read a book, but concentrating on a book is a daunting task at this point.
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She accepts the scratch with general good humour. Hell, she's just over a metre tall, and fuzzy. She might be tempted to scratch, too. Besides, it feels good.
She brings both paws up to her eyes, shakes her head, and makes a loud exhalation which neatly sums up how she feels about... everything that's happened. Stupid Harkness, stupid Archangels, stupid war that the entire city fell into without notice or consent. She's had enough of this.
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He was advised to keep his right arm in a sling to avoid damaging the muscles any further. He's currently ignoring that advice.
And he recognizes that bear, never mind that the last time he saw her she was trying to eat him.
"DI Roy. Think I could have a word, once you're person-shaped?" Whenever that happens to be. No rush, he thinks.
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And she really doesn't like the man. Even after he was one of the key members in keeping Sam from dying a violent death, she doesn't have to like him.
But there's no sense in being a bitch, so long as she has to live in a building with him. She grunts, using her nose to indicate the way back down the hall toward her room.
Right. Just give me a moment to slip into something more professional.
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He's not looking forward to this talk, but if Maya's going to be working with Torchwood, they're bound to see each other. Might as well get things sorted.
...It's amazing how diplomatic Gene can get when he's no longer Manchester's sheriff, able to solve everything by kicking the shit out of people. It really is.
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It doesn't take Maya long to change into clothing, once she gets to her room. It's not as though she's going anyplace she needs to look her best, and the suit she took from the Conrad's stores is low-maintenance. Pants, trousers, shirt, coat, she's ready to go and heading back to the hall where he's waiting.
She stops not terribly close to him. Considering how well they got on the last times they talked...
"DCI Hunt."
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