[ ooc: as promised a while ago on plurk - the goddamn latest of tag backs. I'm so sorry - no obligation if you'd rather drop it. ][ The Ximilia has certainly attracted its fair share of people who are real damn good at throwing themselves at danger, and incredibly bad at letting themselves be taken care of. Occupational hazard, perhaps. When you give everything to step up, you don't expect anyone to stand there by your side for long - it's precarious up there, after all, and dangerous. There's a reason Sam feels most at peace at home in Delacroix, where the people are good - but also very far from the places in which Sam gets hurt.
At any rate, though - Sam glances her way, notes the hand raised up over her eyes with a trace of amusement, and then drops his own gaze back to the instruments. Something tugs on his memory when she talks - he's never seen her, but her voice is familiar. It swims vaguely in the same foggy impressions he has of other voices that sunk into his mind while he lost three months of his life to stasis. ]
Depends on how wide you consider the gap between 'should', 'could' and 'would'.
[ Sam looks back up, this time with an honest grin - if tired around the edges. He's definitely not yet at a 100%. Far from it. ]
Probably not, but it ain't exactly important enough to bug the Doc.
[ Which is blatantly untrue, and McCoy would certainly have Sam's hide for opting to go at it alone rather than 'disturb' him. ]
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[ The Ximilia has certainly attracted its fair share of people who are real damn good at throwing themselves at danger, and incredibly bad at letting themselves be taken care of. Occupational hazard, perhaps. When you give everything to step up, you don't expect anyone to stand there by your side for long - it's precarious up there, after all, and dangerous. There's a reason Sam feels most at peace at home in Delacroix, where the people are good - but also very far from the places in which Sam gets hurt.
At any rate, though - Sam glances her way, notes the hand raised up over her eyes with a trace of amusement, and then drops his own gaze back to the instruments. Something tugs on his memory when she talks - he's never seen her, but her voice is familiar. It swims vaguely in the same foggy impressions he has of other voices that sunk into his mind while he lost three months of his life to stasis. ]
Depends on how wide you consider the gap between 'should', 'could' and 'would'.
[ Sam looks back up, this time with an honest grin - if tired around the edges. He's definitely not yet at a 100%. Far from it. ]
Probably not, but it ain't exactly important enough to bug the Doc.
[ Which is blatantly untrue, and McCoy would certainly have Sam's hide for opting to go at it alone rather than 'disturb' him. ]