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[liprings]

Okay, so, two things.

One, anyone know how to reattach an arm? Like... fuck, I dunno, I guess you could just sew that shit back on. Or like... heal it on? Anyone got any magic wand-waving bullshit for that? Or science it back on, I guess, since holy fuck this is the moon, and all. Hey, are we over that part yet? Cuz I'm pretty fucking jaded. Turns out they weren't kidding when they said that thing about no one hearing you scream in space! They can't hear you bitch in space, either. It blows serious donkey balls out there, once you get your ass over the moonwalking part.

Oh, right, thing two. Anyone seen a decapitated head anywhere? Blond hair, rotted out eyes, answers to Luke? You just lemme know if you seen that little scamp, 'kay? He ran off somewhere, can't turn my back for a goddamn second on that fucker.

[ feel free to have spied Jan's missing head-trophy anywhere around the moon base :') it got shrunken and preserved somewhere along the line, and could pretty much have been left anywhere. ]

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[liprings]

[ He thinks for .5 seconds about actually acknowledging her nicety or treating this as an introduction, then tosses that thought immediately out the window. Boring. Besides, this is more important. ]

You got one favor. [ He sticks up a finger — on the new hand — for emphasis. ] Just one. Eventually, whenever you think of it, whatever. And I can't kill anyone right now so don't fucking ask.

[lar]

One favor, got it.

[ At least he didn't try to pay her or something. Ella is tempted to tell him to drink only from the blood the Infirmary might give him, but she feels that's not the way she wants to make sure he doesn't kill anyone.

Besides, she has no evidence he'll be true to his word, even if she's fairly sure he wouldn't just say something like that. ]

With any luck I won't really use it, but there's always an edge on having some last resource. And, uh, if you need blood there's always the Infirmary? Or there's another reason you can't kill anyone?

[liprings]

Doesn't fuckin' matter.

[ He pushes himself up from the table and pulls on his jacket again (after fighting briefly with the tied-off sleeve that isn't necessary anymore). He hadn't wanted to mention the no-killing bit exactly in case she asked about it, but what if she'd asked for murder? It could make things super awkward. But hey, at least he can ignore any inquiries. ]

[lar]

I didn't heal you to ask you to kill someone, jeez.

[ She just looks at him standing. ]

I guess you'll be on your way now? Let me know if you get in trouble again, I won't even charge a favor next time, if that makes you feel better.

[liprings]

[ squints... ]

Dude, are you telling me to get my limbs ripped off some more? Cold.

[lar]

[ Ella actually chuckles. ]

I get it, you gotta sound like a jerk no matter what. Have a nice day.

[liprings]

Yeah, whatever.

[ That means "you too". And it's on that note that he turns, stuffs his hands(!!!) into his pockets, and stalks off. ]