[ Her smile warms significantly as the bahari tips into her touch and she'll continue until he's had his fill of ear rubs, going back to pets that work down his back. At least she's wonderful at multitasking. ]
Mm, I figured we wouldn't stay in any place for too long. A few days to regroup, and then whenever we stop to camp will just be for those few hours a night, I'm sure. If he doesn't wake by the morning, perhaps we could move him to one of the cryogenic pods— just for transport? Then he'll be protected and it will be easy to move. We won't need to activate it.
[ With the acquiescence to her offer, she'll give Courser one last little scritch before she's standing again and moving back toward the larger campfire in the middle of a few tents— if he's wandered the camp at all, he'll already know it's Angela's and a few of her friends. A few of those she knew from her world, a couple she'd met here. No one present and no lights in the tents on.
The little espresso maker on the fringes of the fire is clearly her best friend, and the source of her thermos contents she's pouring a fresh cup from and offering to Adrien before moving to gather up the smoker she'd already fashioned. Once it's closer to the fire, she'll fill the bowl inside with some water drawn from her pacdisc's stash of bottles and then fish a couple logs from the fire to put underneath. ]
I hope you don't mind it made a little stronger; it's hard-coded for the Swiss, unfortunately. [ The coffee, that is. Angela and her espressos. ] I know this should likely cure a few days, but a couple test strips won't hurt. May I?
[ The little smoker's clearly seen use once if the smoke marks around the top were any indication, but someone had to take care of the leftovers from the Moira— there hadn't been a lot of meat left, but she'd "packed" whatever (space refrigerators???) she could at the end and got the perishables used up or prepared to keep their second night. If he'll let her, she'll take the meat from him to cut a couple pieces off before she's producing another batch from her pacdisc to preserve while she has it going. ]
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Mm, I figured we wouldn't stay in any place for too long. A few days to regroup, and then whenever we stop to camp will just be for those few hours a night, I'm sure. If he doesn't wake by the morning, perhaps we could move him to one of the cryogenic pods— just for transport? Then he'll be protected and it will be easy to move. We won't need to activate it.
[ With the acquiescence to her offer, she'll give Courser one last little scritch before she's standing again and moving back toward the larger campfire in the middle of a few tents— if he's wandered the camp at all, he'll already know it's Angela's and a few of her friends. A few of those she knew from her world, a couple she'd met here. No one present and no lights in the tents on.
The little espresso maker on the fringes of the fire is clearly her best friend, and the source of her thermos contents she's pouring a fresh cup from and offering to Adrien before moving to gather up the smoker she'd already fashioned. Once it's closer to the fire, she'll fill the bowl inside with some water drawn from her pacdisc's stash of bottles and then fish a couple logs from the fire to put underneath. ]
I hope you don't mind it made a little stronger; it's hard-coded for the Swiss, unfortunately. [ The coffee, that is. Angela and her espressos. ] I know this should likely cure a few days, but a couple test strips won't hurt. May I?
[ The little smoker's clearly seen use once if the smoke marks around the top were any indication, but someone had to take care of the leftovers from the Moira— there hadn't been a lot of meat left, but she'd "packed" whatever (space refrigerators???) she could at the end and got the perishables used up or prepared to keep their second night. If he'll let her, she'll take the meat from him to cut a couple pieces off before she's producing another batch from her pacdisc to preserve while she has it going. ]