( tim is overflowing with social tact. graceful, appreciated, and on some level immediately respected for his outspoken distrust of the establishment as a whole and the a.i. currently playing spokesperson. if this had ended up being the third time in her life that clarke's immediate skepticism of what would later turn out to be some sort of body-farm was met with we don't know enough yet, just trust the system, they're giving us everything we need she'd riot.
and a brief break is all she needs anyways. just because this is a new type of morbid doesn't mean she hasn't seen her fair share. everyone here comes from scary places, she'd been told once before, and one doesn't survive scary places without getting really good at swallowing your own bile and reverting back to that tired old i'm fine.
she doesn't love the idea of copping up the truth in front of two strangers — they haven't even gone around and introduced themselves, though maybe names would just make this worse — but that is the whole point of this exercise, isn't it? there's still questions about the spine and the spleen, she can forego her own comfort and at least offer up the answers at hand for the kidney. )
No. No, you're right. The person who took that out had ( at least 200+ years ) ...a long time to perfect their technique. I'm just gonna —
( sidle on over and pick up the jar now that he's put it down. the slosh of formaldehyde reignites a bit of nausea, the kidney emits a silent siren call for her to stare at it. but a big deep breath in through her nose helps calm both compulsions. she can leave now, right? oh wait shit, the spleen. )
Guess you're off the hook, now. ( this is directed entirely at damian, eyes dropping pointedly to the biohazard bag as clarke continues. ) But if you don't know who that belongs to, I'm still going to need it back.
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and a brief break is all she needs anyways. just because this is a new type of morbid doesn't mean she hasn't seen her fair share. everyone here comes from scary places, she'd been told once before, and one doesn't survive scary places without getting really good at swallowing your own bile and reverting back to that tired old i'm fine.
she doesn't love the idea of copping up the truth in front of two strangers — they haven't even gone around and introduced themselves, though maybe names would just make this worse — but that is the whole point of this exercise, isn't it? there's still questions about the spine and the spleen, she can forego her own comfort and at least offer up the answers at hand for the kidney. )
No. No, you're right. The person who took that out had ( at least 200+ years ) ...a long time to perfect their technique. I'm just gonna —
( sidle on over and pick up the jar now that he's put it down. the slosh of formaldehyde reignites a bit of nausea, the kidney emits a silent siren call for her to stare at it. but a big deep breath in through her nose helps calm both compulsions. she can leave now, right? oh wait shit, the spleen. )
Guess you're off the hook, now. ( this is directed entirely at damian, eyes dropping pointedly to the biohazard bag as clarke continues. ) But if you don't know who that belongs to, I'm still going to need it back.