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Video. Back a couple of days ago on the weekend.

[Hey, look who it is back on the network. She looks pretty terrible this time around though, even more pale than usual, her face is drawn and one of her arms is wrapped up in bandages. She has a few others on her other arm and one on her forehead from where she'd beat herself up with that steel ability.

She should probably still be resting up, but sitting around in bed on funky pain pills has gotten old really fast. ~~Plus they sell for good money so she might be saving them.~~]

So, I'm not dead if anybody was wondering. I think we got that fungus stuff but if you run into it yourself don't hang around because it'll probably send zombified... things to attack you. [She holds up her bandaged left arm just for emphasis.]

On the bright side, it looks like I got some kind of power out of the whole fucking mess.

[Private to Chris, Isaac and Miria, Mamoru and John]

I'd... probably be dead if it weren't for you. So....

[She sighs and glances away, frowning. Ugh, she's no good at thank yous. Not ones like this anyway.]

So, I owe you one. Seriously.

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Nessaaaaaaaaa.

[ yes, that was a whine. ]

I don't know where the line is anymore!

[ that was also whiny. ]

[She stares at him for a second after that first whine of his, her jaw tightening. And then that second whining complaint comes and she's laughing.

Really laughing. Nothing sarcastic or sardonic about it, and not the crazy, outloud giggles of somebody who drank the water. Even her laugh is quiet and reserved and if it wasn't for the grin on her face that she's covering up with her good hand and the shake of her shoulders it might go unnoticed entirely. But it's there nonetheless.]

[ his face scrunches up in confusion. ]

Why are you la-- [ suddenly alert. ] Oh, no, you didn't get the memo on the water, did you?

[Oh, no, he had been serious. She catches a glimpse of his confused expression and then the way he suddenly perks up with worry and it's over, she loses it.

Just... that, having the last week of bad dreams and pain capped off by this conversation and that whine and finally having it all shoot over his head and she's hunched over the table laughing away and trying to wave off his question.]

N-no. It's not--water.

[ she was on loopy meds for a week. maybe she hadn't seen the water-posts!

his expression turns skeptical. ]

Then why are you laughing? This is serious...

[She was and she's really tired. It's a terrible combination for keeping your composure. But, screw it. She almost got killed by dogs under the control of mutated fungus sent by aliens that were trying to take over the world that, apparently could only be stopped by her and a few other totally unprepared people. This was an actual thing happening in her life now.

That only made her laugh harder for some reason. Her eyes are even tearing up now, it's ridiculous. Maybe this was what going crazy felt like.]

Sorry--. I know--it's just... you sounded so miserable about the coin thing.

[She shakes her head, trying to get herself back under control, but the little laughs are still coming.]

[ VANESSA THIS IS SERIOUS

like, seriously

(maybe she DID drink the water and is too proud to confess...?) ]

Murder is something to sound miserable about...

[Right, yeah, serious. She snickers a couple more times and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand and at least managing to talk normally now.]

Relax, Alex. I don't plan to start killing people with coins.

Bet you didn't plan to be in a position to sell illegal firearms, either.

[ OR DID SHE???? ]

[Well, that stops the laughing then. She goes stiff as a board for a second before sitting back in her chair and looking off to the side. She'd figured that was going to come up eventually.]

I didn't mean for that whole mess with your roommate to happen.

I know, I know. I'm not... [ harping, but ]

Well, I guess I am, but not like that. I mean, I just... How?

[Yeah, she doesn't like talking about it. Because she's had this conversation before and it ends with her being just "that poor kid" again. She hates it.]

Somebody needed something delivered once and I needed the money. We kept in touch.

[Yeah, he probably figured that much out but going into any more detail would make this a Talk.]

Oh.

[ is there more to it? possibly. probably.

it really is none of his business, though.

sssssiiiigh. ]

So no on the killing, right?

[To that story? Not especially.

In general, yeah, there's more.]

I don't kill people.

[She's still looking away from the notepad and there was an edge to those words. She doesn't. She's not a killer. But he's right about those coins, and then there's that that knife and....

No! That was an accident! She didn't mean to....]

[ man, it's not like she'd tell him the truth if she did kill people.

wanting to know and not wanting to know the truth was a fucking mess. he regrets bringing this up now. if he hadn't, he would have just brought it up later, though. it's not something he can just ignore.

even if right now he wishes he had.

like vanessa, he is visibly troubled, looking askance, biting the inside of his cheek. eventually, he exhales deeply through his nose and looks at her again. ]

Okay. Okay. [ he lifts his hand. ] I just want you to know-- I'm not judging you. Okay?

[Vanessa doesn't. Just stays where she is, sitting back in the chair and folds her arms tight. About as defensive as a person can get in body language terms.

He had to bring this up now, didn't he? Just a second ago, she had even been feeling a little better. Hell, for awhile, she'd even been able to focus on something other than that accident.]

I know. [She just glances his way for a second, her expression and voice bitter.] Nobody's ever judging me. They're all really nice about it.

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Do you want me to be a dick about it instead?

[ because the basal thoughts are there, he's just keeping them back. ]

[Some part of her knows she's being unfair, but the rest of her is tired, angry and scared. If she hadn't thought to swallow that steel, if that Echo had come a few seconds later, if Chris and the others had been a few minutes later she would have died. Horribly. And if she's lucky, the next time it happens it'll be "almost" again.

Tired, angry and scared. She chooses to show angry.]

Can we just not talk about this?

Okay.

[ it's almost like he agrees too quickly. ]

What else should we talk about?

[She looks angry for a second before it just kind of bleeds out of her. She doesn't have the steam to keep it up.]

I don't know... anything. Just tell me about something.

[ ............... ]

I think I need a haircut.

[ you said anything, vanessa... ]

[Well, she did say anything. She stays quiet for a little while before tilting her head.]

It is starting to look pretty messy.

You're not supposed to agree. Now my fragile ego is cracked.

I'm on pain meds. I can't focus on tact right now.

I'm still holding you responsible for repairs.

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