Imogen Acklin

I’m not sure about everyone else, but it’s a habit of mine to ask how I can help someone.

Oh, well then, yes you can. I would like a pumpkin spice latte. Skinny. Thanks.

How can I help you?

Why do people keep asking me that?

"Um... No? Should I?"

"The only weapons I need are my hands."

I am a nurse here, actually. It’s nice to be able to help people. But I can’t really help myself right now, obviously.

Nobody can. Once you have the flu, you're dog meat. 

Oh, no.

Once I wanted to be a nurse. 

..Go away.

Oh shit. Uh. Put the gun down... please? There's gotta be a better way. Uh- HERE. Look what I can do!

God fucking damnit!

I don't know, three meters isn't THAT far away from the target... Am I right?

Another year older, hopefully another year wiser.

"Nope, not a chance. Happy birthday though!"

It would be. I’m missing it more and more lately. Being drunk is such a good way to make time pass and it helps when you’re sad. You should do it once we all get out of here.

It sounds almost magical. You and I, we're going to be great drinking partners. I can feel it. 

I miss alcohol.

Alcohol would be so magnificent. Don't you think? But you know... I've never been drunk. I'd like to try it.

No, I’m not flirting with you. I was trying to figure out how you were able to sneak food.

Oh. Well it sounded like flirting to me. But clearly it's because I'm stealthy. And pretty, like you said.

Not for me, it’s almost impossible to sneak anything. Maybe it’s because you’re pretty. 

Are you flirting with me?