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What the crap?

[My goodness, doesn't Mordecai sound thrilled with the addition of whispering voices pleading for help.]

I don't want to help shit. Get out of my head and get off my comm.

[That's right voices, he's talking to you.]

The rest of you, what the hell is going on?

[WHAT DID YOU PASSENGERS DO NOW?]

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[Very very frustrated, instead of calling him back like in every soap drama ever Lilith breathes out another curse and clicks off the line.

She's not gonna call, and who knows how long it'll be until she ventures outside to grab something to eat.]

[He leaves, a scowl on his face as he heads once more for the stairwell. If Lilith is busted up enough that she won't come out or let him in, then the chances of her actually leaving the room to eat are pretty damn slim.

And so a half hour or so later, acting purely out of dedication to team and certainly not the person herself, Mordecai returns to Lilith's door and thuds a fist against the still closed barrier.

He says nothing, merely placing food in front of the entrance and moving a few steps away. Mordecai leans on the wall and waits.]

[She jumps. A little bit twitchy, here.

Lilith gives her door a long, suspicious look, not trusting that knock but damnably curious all the same. After a minute of internal debate, she slips noiselessly off the bed and lays her ear flat along the door.]

[And he waits. Mordecai is perfectly calm, at least on the outside. After a pause, he speaks.]

Food. Take it or leave it.

[... and Lilith groans, almost knocking her head but remembering how much that would hurt.

She has a few options- leave the food and let it spoil, or leave her room at some later date starved and dehydrated without guarantee of not being seen. Her mouth settles into a line, and with all her misgivings, Lilith starts cracking the door open just slightly.]

[It's really quite surprising how silent and still he can be. He's right outside the door, just out of view, leaning on the wall and waiting for the door to crack open that little bit further.

The second it does he'll be blocking the door from closure and pushing his way into the room.]

MotherFUCKER!

[Lilith is spry, but so is he, and in terms of physical strength if she strains to shut a door he could probably open it. Recognizing a losing battle, she pushes away--keeping face turned, dammit--and darts for the bathroom.

DAMMIT MORDECAI WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE INVOLVED.]

[BECAUSE HE'S A NOSY BASTARD OKAY.

He's giving chase before he even realizes he's moving, instincts kicking in and driving him forwards to make a grab for her arm.]

Fuck-- Lilith!

[Of course she's already phasing out, and of course she's going to reach the bathroom before him-- he DOES have a window of opportunity with her needing to phase back in to shut/slam that particular door and lock it.

So, what'll it be, you nosy bastard?]

[He'll respond with an angry growl and make a dive for that bathroom door, intent of putting himself in the way of it closing.

Mordecai reaches it in time and holds his place. His breath is a little heavier than it had been a minute or two ago but he recovers quickly. Still, the lapse in his abilities does not go unnoticed.]

Fucking stubborn, aren't you?

[She'd put more of her weight behind the door to try and close it before he got in, so instead of jumping back and phasing again which MIGHT have saved her dignity (what's left of it), Lilith is right there in his grill and looking directly at him. Bright red, possibly infected slashes presumably dipping lower than her face and throat, squeezed left eye socket, etc, someone lost a fight baaadly.]

Shit.

[Whatever comment he'd been about to snarl is cut short when he catches sight of her face. His mouth closes to a thin line and his brow furrows to a frown. Mordecai looks serious, dangerous, surprised and somewhere amongst all that, a little bit worried.

He brings a hand to her chin, barely touching her but wanting to keep her there until his quick damage assessment was done.]

[The "deer in headlights" look she had assumed disappears as soon as he touches her, and Lilith rears back, whirling around to glare at the pretty and very blank white wall. Too late to bother with phasing and escaping now, and humiliation burns behind her eyes, or eye, technically.]

Fucking beautiful, right?

[He won't answer that. The honest reply to her question isn't one he would voice willingly.]

You've seen better days.

[Way to state the obvious. Regardless, he's not moving from that doorway.]

Get out in the light where I can see better. That eye needs treatment.

[Isn't that just like him, making quips in the middle of her tantrum. She would love to erase the past half hour from existence, but she can't, and all the mirrors are broken, so Lilith grudgingly turns again.]

I bet they don't even have a doctor on board.

[She's mildly shocked that he hasn't recoiled and walked away yet.]

[Somewhere at the back of his mind he's wondering the same.

Right now however, he's returning his hand to her chin and tilting her face towards him. It's clear Mordecai is not impressed with what he sees and when he gets a good look at the marks on her throat, he scowls openly.]

They better.

[His voice is a rough growl.]

Who did this?

Guy I lost to last time, okay?

['Guy' is stretching it in her opinion, and normally she'd loooove to talk shit, but this has turned into a personal vendetta. She barely tolerates the touching, still.]

He's MY problem.

[With some difficulty, he drops his hand and turns away, heading for the main entrance he'd pushed his way through moments earlier. Mordecai isn't about to leave, rather retrieve the food he left there before and bring it to her.

He's not going to think too much on the rage he's feeling right now.]

[After a beat, she follows him out, stepping carefully this time over the broken shards from the bathroom mirror and various leftovers--meaning the broken bits of smaller and easier-to-throw furnishings. Everything will regenerate on its own, she knows.

Standing in the middle of all that, she wavers on asking him the question on the tip of her tongue. She decides against it, sighs, watches him return with the food wearily.]

You're doing an awful lot.

[Sort-of a question.]

[If he heard her, he doesn't react right away. In fact, right up until the plate of food is set on the table with slightly more force than necessary does Mordecai show any reaction at all.

Mordecai frowns at her.]

Only because you're doing jack shit.

[Good job, she needed that kick in the ass. Lilith's spine goes ramrod-straight and she looks at him as if she'd like to chew him up for breakfast.]

Oh, excuse me for not wanting to show off Lilith, the new Frankenstein.

[Sidetracked from foooood.]

[Well that's it. Whatever control he had is juuust about gone. Mordecai takes a step towards her, expression nasty and clearly ready for a fight.]

You wouldn't have a fucking problem if you asked for help and found a medic before that shit gets permenant!

[Screw the food. He's mad now.]

[She's not raring to get physical and lose, again, but Lilith doesn't have a problem getting up in his face and bumping chests (or chest-and-sternum, whatever).]

Sure! Sure, it wasn't like I was preoccupied by stopping the fucking bleeding or trying to clean up. I'm not gonna wait for a medic that might not even be on the ship to return my calls before I bleed out, sorry.

[He certainly is tall, isn't he? At least compared to her. Mordecai looms and growls.]

It takes three seconds to pick up the comm and call me.

[You see no anger and concern here. Really.]

[Taken aback.]

Well, I--

[Reaching, reaching... Lilith comes up empty on that one.]

--didn't think of that, okay!?

[Now, more than ever, she's feeling like a stupid little girl. All the blood just rushes to her face.]

Morde: /RESTRAIN

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Lilith: /MORE SCREAM

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IT'S LIKE A MOUSE AND CHEESE MAAAN.

FUCK YOUR MOUSETRAP

DIS HUNTER IS SILENT OH MAI

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Mordecai: /FLIPS A TABLE

Lilith: /JACKS HIS SHIT UP

Morde: /RAAAAAAAAAGE

Lilith: /SCREAAAAAAAAAAM

Morde: /GROWWLLL D8<

Lilith: /SERIAL PINCHER

Morde: /RESTRAIN

Lilith: /MORE SCREAM