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Better than nothing. Hell, I should probably fortify my own shit.

Edited 2012-05-23 06:25 (UTC)

Paranoia is a healthy thing...we never got around to timing our lock picking abilities, did we?

[Snerk.]

Don't believe so, no. [and then, teasingly] Though we both know I would have been the grand champion.

You sound so certain of yourself Rick. We will have to compare times once I'm allowed out and about without a stern look from my minders.

Aaaaah, see. You like to be a minder, yourself. It's nice to know you're getting all the stern looks this time around. [GRIIIIIN. Seriously, you always give him those doctor looks.]

While I find it irritating, I also know that it is necessary and for my own health.

...

That does not make it any less irritating. I do not know how you stand me.

I have the patience of a saint, of course. Sniper, remember? I sit and stare at things for a living, most of the time.

A sarcastic, American, rough edged saint. Though. Are you saying you stare at me?

Would you be weirded out if I said "yes"?

I've always been more of an observer, even since I was a kid. Guess my role in the army just came naturally.

I might be. Then again I might be flattered. We won't know until you answer.

That does explain your random ogling of passing villagers the morning you found your scope.

Yes, then.

If someone's hurt, you can't help but turn into a doctor, right? I do the same. Give me a scope, I'll be in the bushes cackling and watching people like a creep.

[At least he's admitting it, right?]

Hmm...flattered it is.

[There's nothing quite so refreshing in a man as honesty. Even if 'cackling' makes her quirk a brow.]

I cannot honestly imagine you cackling, Rick.

Oh, internally cackling. Otherwise they'd know I'm there and throw things at me.

That is somewhat easier to see. You haven't made a habit of peeping around with that scope, have you?

... Sometimes when I can't sleep, once and a while. I'd feel more guilty about it if people even knew I were there in the first place—haven't lost my groove, anyway.

...

Besides, it's not like I can see into anyone's windows this time around.

You are still having difficulty sleeping, or is this an irregular occurrence? [Laid up and still poking at his health. If only a little.]

...this time around?

[Maybe I can avoid that doctorly question with facts about my past life. Especially because, well. He wrinkles his nose at the image of watching some of those British bros back in London.]

Back home, rooftops at the district. I had the job of watching the refugees settling down through their windows at night... Let's just say I've seen a little too much of some of 'em and needed to scrub my eyes out with soap once or twice.

[Aw, cute. She's still going to ask because not being answered is worse than him saying 'oh it only happens now and again'.]

You could always have looked away- but. Is a sniper not trained for...oh how did Marion put it. Hm. Something...about not focusing on any one detail, but keeping your eyes focused for movement? It was something to that effect. I honestly cannot remember right now.

That depends. 'Hunters' look for movement. Watchers watch. I'm a little bit of both, sometimes more than the other depending on what my duty is that day.

Focusing on one thing tends to get you killed, though, yeah. You probably know that most snipers never work alone for that very reason; our backs tend to be open field for attack.

I'm a surgeon with interesting associates Rick, not a tactician or military mogul. What I know comes from what I'm told.

[She lifts a shoulder, winces a git, and sighs. Still itches, stretches, and aches. She'll get over it, but not before asking a second time, though a bit sideways.]

How much of this plays into your inability to sleep?

Oh, well now you know.

[... Sheesh.]

I tended to go to sleep late anyway. My sleeping schedule isn't that different from my old one.

[Only this one has restless sleeping and two or three hours of sleep and half-moons under his eyes. They're staring to be a facial trait at this point. Maybe no one will really notice them, anyway. He's had jobs where he's had very little to no sleep - but give him a few more months of wearing down before he admits this is a problem.]

And I thank you for the knowledge.

Familiarity with insomnia doesn't make it any healthier, Rick.

[At this distance, over the feed? She can't quite tell. And they hadn't been bad the last time they spoke. As such it's more a general admonishment than targeted commentary on his habits, or lack thereof.]

So long as you are actually able to rest while you sleep- there is not much I can say. The night we met I had gone the better pat of four days without more than six hours of sleep in total.

Well, I've been getting plenty of restful sleep, so don't sweat it.

[A complete bold-faced lie, but like he's bound to tell her he's not. He's a selfish selfless, the kind who'd rather pretend there's nothing wrong and ignore his problems in private.

He doesn't need people to worry over things so trivial as his sleeping patterns. He can deal like he always has.]

Things aren't as crazy as they were a few weeks ago.

...

With the exception of you getting poked with a knife by a nervous New Feather.

I trust you to tell me if that ever changes, Rick.

[Because lying about that, what point would it serve? If he says he is rested, and she's not forcing him to spend the night for observation, she'll take his word for it. As long as he's not her patient, she'll listen. Should that change, her opinion might as well. But. He looks well and seems fine, really.]

I honestly think a stab wound would have been much worse; the laceration, as it is, bled quite a bit, and hurt, but my ribcage and sternum prevented damage to anything vital. If he had 'poked' me in truth? It would have ended differently.

[... Adele don't make him feel guilty about lying. :|]

I can imagine. You're in the club, remember? You don't need anymore admission tickets than you have.

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