Ellen eases the door open before ducking swiftly through and slamming it shut. "Oh, thank God," she says to no one in particular. "I was starting to think I wouldn't find it here
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Finn's on his way to the Bar for a cup of chocolate milk, sketchpad closed and tucked carefully under his arm, before he spots Ellen.
He watches her for a short moment before recovering his purpose; on his way back, chocolate milk in hand, he stops again. He's dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a carpenter's shirt; on his belt is a sword.
Ellen jerks a moment in her seat before looking up. "Oh- I'm sorry, you startled me," she says. "Um. Trying to work out my chances of getting myself and another person across a live-fire battlefield and into an unfamiliar building in one piece."
The sticky feeling on her leg gets her attention, and she makes an exasperated face as she looks down. "I'm going to need a bandage for that, it's not worth a stim..."
"She sells bandages," Finn offers, pointing at the bar with his , "and there's--an infirmary?"
Pause, after a sip of milk. "And washclothes, to clean it up. Did--you want help? With the battlefield." Pause. "And the bleeding, I guess, if you--need it."
"I don't think I'm going to need the infirmary," Ellen says after some consideration. "It looks worse than it feels. Um- I can clean it up myself, I think, but what kind of help do you mean?"
Because she's met a soldier from the Future here who can kick the heads off supermutants, and she's met a son of Poseidon, and she's met at least two angels of the Lord, and so it's kind of silly to assume that just because she's talking to someone ostensibly younger than her she's talking to someone who's anything less than lethal.
"Not that it's any of my business, but I have to ask." The voice has a rough, metallic quality, and belongs to an avian humanoid in blue armor sitting over at the next table. "Bad fight or good party?"
"Bad fight, and bad terrain," Ellen says before looking up. To her credit, she barely even blinks at the sight of the unfamiliar being. It's been a really long time since she asked everyone unusual-looking if they were a mutant- and he's not green, so he's not one of the saucer aliens. So it's good. "And we're outnumbered. For the moment, anyway."
"Star Paladin Cross makes up for an awful lot," Ellen agrees. As she looks down, she winces. "Ugh. I'm just going to wash that out and bandage it up. I don't think it did enough damage to waste a whole stimpak on- I'dkve noticed it before. Thank you."
"Um," John says, as he spots her after he orders a red gatorade at the bar. He's broken the cap, but hasn't had any of it. He screws the cap back down and stops nearby, walking in her line of sight--though she's looking down, so it's hard to tell how well that works.
"Hey, Ellen," he says, "you should probably--" her leg is bleeding. "Drink this? Unless you like a different flavor better, I mean. Um, do you need anything for your leg?"
"Flavor?" Ellen says a little blankly. "Of- oh, the- whatever that is? It's very red... um, a first aid kit or something, I guess. It's not that serious, it's just messy. I mean, if that's not a problem."
"What?" Ellen looks up, and then looks down. "Oh. That's... huh, I barely even felt that. Must be a surface wound..."
Nevertheless she puts the map aside and goes to the Bar for some basic first aid supplies. As she starts rolling up her pant leg she says, "Thanks. I got a little- it's been busy out there."
Flesh wounds and body armor indicate a very particular sort of problem, and unless and until corrections are forthcoming, Diana is relying on her own experience with armed conflict.
"Probably," Ellen admits. "There's only two of us trying to get through the lines, but we're outnumbered and the mutants have fortifications. And we don't know what we're going to be up against once we make it into the Capitol building, we just have to get through."
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He watches her for a short moment before recovering his purpose; on his way back, chocolate milk in hand, he stops again. He's dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a carpenter's shirt; on his belt is a sword.
"What--are you doing?"
(Presumably she realizes she's bleeding?)
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The sticky feeling on her leg gets her attention, and she makes an exasperated face as she looks down. "I'm going to need a bandage for that, it's not worth a stim..."
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"She sells bandages," Finn offers, pointing at the bar with his , "and there's--an infirmary?"
Pause, after a sip of milk. "And washclothes, to clean it up. Did--you want help? With the battlefield." Pause. "And the bleeding, I guess, if you--need it."
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Because she's met a soldier from the Future here who can kick the heads off supermutants, and she's met a son of Poseidon, and she's met at least two angels of the Lord, and so it's kind of silly to assume that just because she's talking to someone ostensibly younger than her she's talking to someone who's anything less than lethal.
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"Hey, Ellen," he says, "you should probably--" her leg is bleeding. "Drink this? Unless you like a different flavor better, I mean. Um, do you need anything for your leg?"
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"I would totally be offering help if it was a problem," he says, grins. "Sure, give me a moment?"
Back to the Bar for a first aid kit and another gatorade.
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"I think the map can wait. You're bleeding."
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Nevertheless she puts the map aside and goes to the Bar for some basic first aid supplies. As she starts rolling up her pant leg she says, "Thanks. I got a little- it's been busy out there."
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"Is it a situation that's going to get worse?"
Flesh wounds and body armor indicate a very particular sort of problem, and unless and until corrections are forthcoming, Diana is relying on her own experience with armed conflict.
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