010 ⌥ VOICE [backdated to wednesday, i'm so sorry]

[femshep]

[This is posted from Kaidan's communicator, not that she makes it obvious. Hers is still somewhere in the dome. She has yet to requisition a new one.]

I'm alive.

[And she has answers. But she's not sure how much to say on the network. How much the Authorities don't already know she knows. So she'll tell them how to find her, and hope they think to ask their questions in person instead.]

Hospital, south wing, and if Alenko's got any say in it, I'll be here for a while longer.

Telepaths, psychics, or whatever the hell you want to call the people that crawl into your head... You're going to want to see this. [Yes, that is a free pass into her skull. No, don't get used to it.]

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[thecricketer]

Oh, yes. I've eluded must stricter security than this, you know. [Granted, they aren't usually there for his benefit.]

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[femshep]

[He isn't getting an answer--if she gave one, it'd be more grumbling about how escape would be a hell of a lot easier if she weren't unarmed with a shock-collar on her biotics.

Instead, she's back to pacing and waiting for Five to burst (or sidle, most likely) through the otherwise-locked door.]

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[thecricketer]

[The Doctor had retrieved his coat, by this point, and he shrugs it on over his gown after dispensing with anything still attached to him. From then on it's a simple matter of making himself scarce or acting like he belongs, and he's an expert at both.

When he arrives at Shepard's door, he rummages in his pockets for several moments before retrieving a lock pick. He's been called primitive more than once, but it gets the job done.

He can't help but grin when the door clicks open, and he does, indeed, sidle on through.]

Hello, Commander.

[femshep]

Well, what do you know. It's the only doctor in this pisshole whose eye I won't black on sight. [Though her tone's got a frustrated edge, her mouth is still curled just slightly in a suppressed grin of something like kinship. She may or may not be serious about the black eye. Let's hope they don't have to find out. ]

[thecricketer]

[His grin deepens as he silently shuts the door behind him.] I appreciate that. I've enough bruises, I think.

[femshep]

[Which reminds her.]

How are you?

[Her voice is low, almost quiet despite that nobody can hear them with the door shut. Is that concern? Like, legitimate honest-to-god concern? It very well might be.]

[thecricketer]

[His smile falters, for a moment, into something a bit uncertain, a bit sheepish. Then it's back, determinedly bright.]

Oh, I'm doing quite well. Really, this more inconvenient than anything. [He glances quite grumpily at his slung arm.]

The rest - scratches and bruises, that's all, I've had worse. [He doesn't mention the broken ribs, despite the thick wrap beneath his gown. Even considering all that - yes, he's had worse.]

[femshep]

So have I. Doesn't mean they'll let me out of here anytime soon. [Shepard sees through your act, Five. It's kind of her job to.]

[thecricketer]

[A sympathetic and slightly guilty grimace.] They won't even let me help with patients. [Other patients, Doctor, you do indeed count.]

[femshep]

Didn't think you were that kind of doctor. [They never really established what he was--her last attempt was under the effects of the narcotic fog.]

[thecricketer]

Not officially speaking, but I do have experience tending to the injured. [He flashes a rueful smile.] I find trouble wherever I go, it seems.

[femshep]

Not necessarily your fault. Most places, you can't walk from the bridge to the med-bay without tripping over some kind of trouble.

[thecricketer]

You can, however, choose not to involve yourself in it.

Or so I've heard.

[femshep]

It's news to me.