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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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[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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?

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

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.

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Mordecai: /FLIPS A TABLE

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.

Lilith: /JACKS HIS SHIT UP

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[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.]

Morde: /RAAAAAAAAAGE

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[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.]

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.]