[oo2]

[twatular]

[Martha's dead

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[geekgirltosh]

[Tosh kind of o.os at the amount of blood on his shirt as she comes up to him, but he doesn't look hurt] ...Owen? What happened? [she sits down next to him]

[twatular]

[he sort of... puts his head in his hands for a second, raking his fingers through his hair before looking up - but still looking down - again]

I couldn't save her.

[geekgirltosh]

[frowns; debating whether or not to put a comforting arm around his shoulders] Save who?

[twatular]

[apparently he's on a different thought track] D'you know how to get hold of Jack? -- The - this Jack. [vague gesture]

[rude_not_ginger]

You all right, mate?

[twatular]

[Owen looks up and sort of... gives him a long look, like he's almost familiar, before nodding tersely and leaning back a bit, arms still on his knees. You'd think he's forgotten about the blood.]

Fabulous.

[rude_not_ginger]

Do you need a doctor?

[twatular]

[Apparently that's amusing! In a bitter, this-doctor-is-not-too-pleased-with-himself sort of way. He then looks down at the blood, then looks up.] Oh, this? I'm fine. [and he pauses]

Tell you what I do need, though: Captain Jack Harkness, know of any way of getting hold of 'im?

[itsthecoat]

[Jack stares, though it doesn't take him long to figure out the blood on Owen's shirt isn't his.

It doesn't make him feel any better] Owen?

[twatular]

[His sarcasm doesn't seem as spirited as usual. Owen stands.]

You could at least leave some bloody frigging way to get hold of you, since my you is pretty well useless in this situation.

Jack... it's Martha.

[itsthecoat]

[frowns, posture straightening slightly. His insides feel like they've frozen over, and there is a definite feeling of panic and worry. But you wouldn't know any of that from looking at him]

What happened?

[twatular]

[Doing his best to remain professional, here, despite how this may have affected him]

She was shot by Lucy Saxon.

[ambitious_woman]

[the scene is disturbing on a multitude of levels. Not only for the inherent violence that is speaks to, but also for Reinette's own memories that it reaches out to take hold of She might as well be watching a scene from her own life, from a distance]

Are you injured?

[she fears that she knows he is not]

[twatular]

[He looks up]

No.

[ambitious_woman]

[she is direct, as is her way]

What happened here?

[twatular]

Someone else was hurt.

[looks up]

I'm looking for someone. S'cuse me. [annd he drops]

[thedeltaqueen]

[Sealink noses at him, slightly more carefully than she would normally.] Something happen to you, babe?

[twatular]

[... Brilliant, a talking cat. He looks at her and almost snorts.]

[thedeltaqueen]

[She looks back, then tilts her head at the blood on his shirt.] I take it that ain't yours, huh?

[twatular]

No, it's not.