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Who: Girl and Kid
When: The sixth
Where: Kobra's room?
What: The Girl returns and gets her dad to catch her up on things
Warnings: Swearing, little kids crying, discussion of canon death

Waking up from being frozen might just rank up there in the top ten list of the worst things the Girl has dealt with. The medbay staff wants to poke and prod at her, were more interested in things like vitals and tests and shining lights her eyes than explaining why she was there in the first place. It reminded her of all the things Deacon had warned her about doctors, about missing time and missing organs. She threw on her clothes as quick as she could, and ducked under flailing arms to escape.

The ship looks different, effects of the battle obvious and making the place strangely more homey. She would appreciate it if she didn't feel some much like a weight was sitting on her chest, terrified from her time in the tubes. She raced down to Kobra's room, sending off a misspelled and frantic message ahead of her. Her knock was more her throwing herself against the door, hopefully vainly that his roommates weren't around and knowing neither would really care if they were. The Girl steps back just enough for him to open the door, arms drawn tightly across her chest.

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When he opens the door, Kobra's covered in healing bruises and he's got a bandage wrapped tightly around his right arm but his face is all relief.

"'Bout time you showed up." In truth, he'd been worried, even with his own injuries, but he's not going to tell her that. Instead he kneels down gingerly, doing his best not to flinch, and goes to pull her into a hug with his good arm. "Missed all the excitement."

The bruises don't even register as anything abnormal; she's seen them all the worse states. She just relieved that he's there, some part of her was afraid he would have disappeared in the time she's been missing. It doesn't take any prompting for her the fling her arms around his neck, crowding into his space with a shuddery breath.

"Didn't mean to," she says against his shoulder. "Couldn't have been all that excitin' without me."

The Girl steps back, touches the edge of a bruise and gives him a smile. "Miss me?"

He laughs and holds her close. "Yeah, things are always more fun with you around."

If he's honest, he'd been pretty worried. He doesn't trust the doctors or scientists here at all and they haven't given him much of a reason to. There's no one who cares about her the way he does and he can't trust them with her life the way he trusts the others back home.

"Woulda been fine if anyone listened to me, but they didn't."

"Had to be awful boring without me." She huffs, covering a chuckle. "How much trouble did ya get in while I was out?"

It's easier to be teasing rather than to think about being stuck in those tubes. She hadn't trusted the staff on board since arrival, and with Deacon's warnings waking up in the Medbay had been reason to panic. She's trying not to think about how many things could have happened while she was unconscious, about how much the sterile nature of the place reminded her of her short stint at BLI.

"The people here don't understand nothing about staying in one piece. We should have all took off when we had the chance."

"Just some scrapes and bruises." Which isn't entirely accurate, but his definition of dire injury is limited to bleeding out in a gutter or missing entire limbs. "And I don't wanna leave unless we got a better way home. Otherwise we'll just be stuck out here while the others are all... somewhere else."

Ghoul and Jet and Party have to be alive if he is. He refuses to think otherwise, even when he'd seen Party go down with his own eyes.

"We gotta get back to 'em or they'll be worried sick."

"We'd find 'em no matter where they ended up. Or they'd find us." She's sure of that. Distance had never separated their group for long. The only thing that could keep them apart was the one thing that had already happened. He should know that.

She gets the same sinking feeling in her chest as when they returned back through the fake portals. The rock sitting in her stomach in the face of his blinding optimism that the others were out there alive. That going home would be a reunion and not a ticket back to a place where he was in a body bag and she was alone.

She's spent a life time on the same page as all of her boys, following their lead, feeling the same things. It stings to feel like their minds are miles apart on this. It's worse to feel like she can't say anything without sounding like she's lost her faith. like she's doubting him.

She'd rather his truth be real, wants it to be more than anything. She just can't shake the sound of falling bodies out of her head.

"We'll see 'em again," she says quietly. "You know we will. We're pretty damn good and findin' each other, I think."

"Like bloodhounds." He grins and it goes right to his eyes.

If he's honest, there's a part of him that knows he's probably wrong, but he can't just accept that without proof. Until he sees Party's body again, he won't be convinced that his brother is really gone. There are so few memories in his life as it is where Party wasn't featured prominently. Even in most of the one's he's not in, he'd been nearby enough. They've been in each other's pockets for so long that he can't even think of a time when he'd felt alone. Then Ghoul and Jet had come along and they'd become a family somewhere along the way. He needs all of them just the same way he needs her to feel like he's really got everything he needs.

"Maybe the Ingress'll pull one of them next when it's botherin' to work."

"It's gonna," she says with conviction. "They're gonna pop through that thing soon. Just gotta be patient, KK. That's all."

They have to. It's the last hope she has to cling to and she'd hold on with all she's got. They'll show up here someday and then they can figure out together what to do next. Party will know, and maybe it isn't fair to push it all on him, but she thinks if he were only here he could fix things. Figure out how to keep them all together, death be damned.

"I know waitin' is the worst, but it's what we gotta do. Unless you figured out how to work that big ol' machine while I was sleepin'."

"Not yet. Gimme a few more days." But of course he knows that she isn't fooled by the bravado. He can turn an old video game into a useful tool, but all this space technology has him so far out of his league that he practically feels useless sometimes.

Waiting's never been a strong skill of his, either. He's usually one of the first among them to go stir crazy waiting for anything. Patience just isn't his virtue.

"Probably gonna hit 'em all when they do get here just for takin' so long." That is when he's done hugging them until they can't breath, the assholes.

She expected as much. Hearing that he'd, or that anyone here, has figured out how to control the Ingress would have been more shocking than event the tubes at this rate. "Then we wait a few more days."

She walks past him to flop down on a bed, not bothering to check which. She smiles up at him, shaking her head. It'll be a miracle if she doesn't cry when they finally arrive, if she even lets go of them long enough to make it past the door of the Ingress room. "Gotta get in line. I'm takin' first swing."

"What else did I miss, anyway? Or was it all just a big firefight?"

"There's all this weird glass shit everywhere." He hesitates then. "Some of it's gotten into people, too."

Maybe he'll get lucky and she won't ask why he's got the bandage. His arm is pretty terrifying right now. It takes a lot to make him woozy, but his first glimpse of it had had him nearly swooning. The visual is almost worse than the pain.

"Probably wanna be careful around some of it. No idea what's gonna happen with it if something else goes wrong."

"What do you mean, gotten into people?"

No dice Kobra. The Girl's giving every injury she sees on him another look, including a lingering one to the bandages. She points, eyebrows raised.

"I ain't about to go steppin' on glass, KK. I've seen how shit this place looks, I'm gonna be careful. But if ya think it's worse than just some cuts, you're gonna have to tell me about it."

"Not worried 'bout you bein' careless so much as I'm worried 'bout some wall of glass exploding or something."

With a sigh, he starts to unwrap his arm. Once the bandage starts to come off, she'll be able to see several large gashes in his arm, but instead of blood, they're filled with solid glass. "Not as bad at it looks."

She makes a little alarmed noise. She can't help it, it's about a shocking of a sight as she could have expected to see. "Look's pretty bad," she mutters, tearing her eyes from the injury to his face.

"Is it hurtin'?" This isn't anything she'd have any idea how to treat, even if it had been regular blood pouring from the wound. "Has it spread?"

"It's stayin' put and it don't hurt much worse than a burn, I guess. Just different." He's managing, at least, and he knows he's had worse, but this is new and things are always the worst in the moment. Still, he doesn't want to worry her when it won't help either of them.

"I'll be alright."

She studies his face to be sure he's not lying about it. She takes him at his word, nodding after a moment.

"You better be," she says like she could actually do something he he wasn't. "If a bunch of people ended up like this, someone must be workin' on how to fix it. Somebody will get ya right soon, I bet."

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