#b4rtlet

He laughs. He can't help it; she's right. He absolutely would've. Hell, he might've done it now, if she hadn't gotten there first. Maybe she was turning out a bit too much like him.

He better keep an eye on that.

"You got me there, half-pint." He grins. A flash of fangs, though much softer and more good-natured. (He'd rather rip his teeth out than have them tear into her.) He straightens and sniffs the air. There's nothing unexpected. The usual scents of battle. Fear, adrenaline, anger, sweat, blood, upset earth, char, ozone...

But nothing worth worrying about. The chumps they'd been sent after were long gone. Logan grunts and reaches his hand down to help her up.

The blonde forces herself to take a calming breath. The cafe's crowded; she doubts the middle Bartlet child will see her. Even if she does, it's not as though the other woman would recognize her. They'd only crossed paths a handful of times at official events.

" let me take a look at your injury. " from @b4rtlet

green blood stains romulan, half dried, half matted in her dark hair. she's been ignoring it for far too long (hours, she knows but she's lost track of how many). it's just pain  &&  she knows how to handle pain well enough that it's been reduced to little more than a throbbing ache, moving with dancer's precision to never twist more than body will allow her. 

later. she'd planned to deal with it later. once work was finished, once those hurt in previous hours had been looked after.

one .. amazon searches for gracie's birthday presents two .. breakfast places near me three .. haircut tutorials four .. best s'mores recipes five .. three students survive ef5 tornado

it's a careful touch to the scar on her back, still she can't help the flinch away from ellie like the touch burns, " sorry , just .. can you not touch that, please. "

she can still remember the feeling of painpainpain as the debris smashed into, pulling her away from kate, the slice before the air was ripped from her lungs. the wounds had taken a while to heal, infected from the debris and her crawl through the dirt and left the scars behind that she was desperate to cover right now even from ellie's gentle touch, " it was .. it was during a storm, that's all. "

❛⠀ ah, ah, don't scream, it's just me!⠀ ❜⠀ dog-eared hemingway novel slips from her grasp, landing face open in her lap as she quickly sits up, doe-eyes bright as she motions for ellie to close the door. clara had been trying to fall under the radar. which is kind of hard when there is an armed security guard in every corner of the place. ❛⠀ say you saw a bug or somethin', ⠀ ❜ ⠀ she says, as the footsteps outside grow louder.

Okay, Katrina probably should have knocked or made some sort of attempt to announce herself before walking into the room with blood all over - it looks like a lot more than it is, really, and it's not all hers anyways. It's fine. She's fine. Mostly. She may or may not have taken a nasty cut to her side. Hence her being here, where there's supplies to patch her up.