Miho was still waiting for the others who were going to the game trail. In fact, she'd gathered several sturdy bamboo spears, plus one hand gun.
Somehow, she had a knack of finding the munitions, getting in and out with no questions or problems. Maybe it was because she'd proven her worth to the camp by doing so many patrols, day and night.
She decided to get a bit of melon and see who was around. Frank was sitting at his half-built shelter, concentrating on weaving ropes. "Huh!" she muttered, admiring how quickly the shelter had gone up. Grabbing a couple of bits of the juicy melon, she moved over. "Take a break?" she offered the plate (well, rather large leaf) for him to help himself if he wanted.
Frank would be further along if he wasn't injured or he viewed this as enemy territory. Since he views this place as moderately safe in that people don't look as if they are going to be charging through the brush with machines guns just yet, he can go slower to account for injuries
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She squats down in front of him, the long shirt laying over her bare lean thighs. "Miho's the name."
Her mannerisms, while not coquettish, aren't exactly 100% Japanese, which is what she appears to be.
"Although, if you're having trouble remembering that? Sandra or Sandy will do." She shrugs "not fussed, really."
"I heard talk of hunting earlier, I think from you."
"Yeah, we often take it in turns to bring in the food, so there's Sam, Ripley, me and others. Usually depends on who's patrol turn it is. We'll sometimes bring in something we find on patrol, or if it's not patrol time, go out and look for it anyway."
She shrugs "but in your state, no, I wouldn't recommend it." she looks appraisingly at the 'sunburn'. "It's a good mile's hike from here, and that's just to the trail."
Frank grinned at the woman in front of him, "Nice to meet you Miho, I think I can remember that." Actually all three names are filed away, though Frank doesn't ask why you have two different names. He figures it's not his business.
Frank nodded at the talk of patrols, "Sounds good. Since I think Lulu won't be flying again any time soon that puts me kind of stuck here. I'll have to get in on those patrols." Frank looked down at himself, "Well if my life depended on it darlin, I could do it, but since you don't need me I'm happy to sit back for a few days."
Of course Frank didn't ask for help building his shelter, just started putting the thing together. "And actually it's only the ribs that really hurt. You get used to losing a layer of skin... This time it was more then one, but still Olga said my regeneration time was definitely improving."
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Somehow, she had a knack of finding the munitions, getting in and out with no questions or problems. Maybe it was because she'd proven her worth to the camp by doing so many patrols, day and night.
She decided to get a bit of melon and see who was around. Frank was sitting at his half-built shelter, concentrating on weaving ropes. "Huh!" she muttered, admiring how quickly the shelter had gone up. Grabbing a couple of bits of the juicy melon, she moved over. "Take a break?" she offered the plate (well, rather large leaf) for him to help himself if he wanted.
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Her mannerisms, while not coquettish, aren't exactly 100% Japanese, which is what she appears to be.
"Although, if you're having trouble remembering that? Sandra or Sandy will do." She shrugs "not fussed, really."
"I heard talk of hunting earlier, I think from you."
"Yeah, we often take it in turns to bring in the food, so there's Sam, Ripley, me and others. Usually depends on who's patrol turn it is. We'll sometimes bring in something we find on patrol, or if it's not patrol time, go out and look for it anyway."
She shrugs "but in your state, no, I wouldn't recommend it." she looks appraisingly at the 'sunburn'. "It's a good mile's hike from here, and that's just to the trail."
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Frank nodded at the talk of patrols, "Sounds good. Since I think Lulu won't be flying again any time soon that puts me kind of stuck here. I'll have to get in on those patrols." Frank looked down at himself, "Well if my life depended on it darlin, I could do it, but since you don't need me I'm happy to sit back for a few days."
Of course Frank didn't ask for help building his shelter, just started putting the thing together. "And actually it's only the ribs that really hurt. You get used to losing a layer of skin... This time it was more then one, but still Olga said my regeneration time was definitely improving."
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