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[bastardbytrade]

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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Lilith: /SCREAAAAAAAAAAM

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.

Morde: /GROWWLLL D8<

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Lilith: /SERIAL PINCHER

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai is watching her reaction and only just realizing what he's said. He leans back a little, but doesn't step away. His glare eases, but he continues to scowl.]

Next time, think of it.

[They're a team, dammit. Mordecai reaches for his comm.]

Lilith: /MORE SCREAM

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[She wants to bat the comm out of his hand and stomp her feet and shout all kinds of nasty things, but she knows better.

Lilith's mouth tugs down at the corners and she watches him hawkishly, ready to interfere if he gives too much information.]