Lir gave him a very dramatic, very obviously overdone wide-eyed green stare at those words. “That is a very mean thing to say, you know. Especially to someone seriously injured!” Which she wasn’t, but she couldn’t resist the teasing either. It was another strange effect Matthew Cordingley seemed to have on her, since she wasn’t usually given to playful, flirty banter like that. Far from it. And they both knew he  was lying, as well.

The stare softened, replaced by a dark smirk. “Well, at least you find me scary, despite knowing my deep, dark secret. Good, I guess,” she jested. Of all her secrets, her baking hobby was hardly a dark one, of course, she sighed to herself. She was tempted to tell him who she really was, why she was really here…And stopped herself, yet again; too many prying ears, too many risks in him knowing altogether. The last thing she needed to do was put him in danger; but she’d never been more tempted to come clean about herself than she was right now. That made him far more dangerous than she was.

And at that moment, the door opened slightly, admitting a somewhat disheveled, flustered Helen who apparently didn’t know or much care about the rule about not shouting in hospitals. Lir actually grinned at her, before recalling the situation as she saw it and trying her best to look contrite, at least-she failed, of course, giving Matt a look instead. He was eyeing the nurse call button, she noted. 

“I am quite alright, you know and it wasn’t really an active crime scene,” she pointed out to Helen with a shrug. “And what was I going to do? Let someone else take a bullet?”She paused with a sigh. “I didn’t think, I acted. And I don’t much like vests,” she made a face.

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{ "That's exactly the point, you know," } he countered, grinning wide at her indignation. { "What I have in mind should definitely wait until you're no longer seriously injured." } He finished the statement with a discreet wink.

There it was again, the pause. Hesitance, perhaps? There was something she was reluctant to talk about, though Matthew couldn’t quite guess at what it was, not having the slightest clue. { “What?” } he asked, though knowing Lir it would most likely be a futile attempt. { "What are you thinking about?" }

Helen, on the other hand, would have none of it. "You.. don't much like vests.." she repeated. "I cannot believe.. YOU DIDN'T WEAR THE VEST BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE IT??!!!" She whirled on Matthew, eyes alight, and the man flinched at her fervor. "Did you hear that, Matty, I can't believe this, really. We have to teach her basic priorities, obviously, she can't be let out in the field like this!" She turned back to Lir, apparently not finished. "I swear I'm not gonna let you off the hook this time, ohhh this is only Monday and you're already giving me a week worth of stress! Not to mention with this--" she cut herself right there, but her right hand rested lightly on her still-flat stomach, before she took it away again. The motion did not escape Matthew's eyes, however.

{ "Hold it, are you--?" }

Helen pressed her lips tightly together, though it wasn't long before she blurted out, happy blush on her cheeks, "Oh what the hell, yes! Yes, I am!"

Matthew started to sign, but stopped and instead swept Helen into a hug, spinning her a little. Probably shouldn't have done that. He put her down, beaming.

"Which reminds me, actually, I've got something to talk about with you, Lir." She was clearly calmer now that the topic was drastically changed. "Only you." She cast a meaningful glance toward Matthew. "You know, you should head home and rest a bit. Take a shower, you could really use one."

Lir actually scoffed at that statement. If only he knew, she sighed to herself. {”I was shot and now I’m recovering. I’ll live. Unless I die of boredom, which is highly likely,”} she sighed the words with all the drama she could muster in the gestures. There was no arguing about this, she was aware of that. Not without actually telling Matthew the truth and that was something she couldn’t exactly do-even if it bothered her a little more with each passing moment.

He at least seemed to consider her offer…though briefly. She caught him glancing back towards the door, no doubt thinking what the nurses might think if they happened to check in on her. Lir didn’t much care, really, she thought smoothly, and she rather liked the idea of him closer than he currently was. {”Fine. If you don’t like that idea,”} she sighed when she finally replied,{”then I’ll have to insist you go home and get some proper rest. Having to go through the day feeling sore all over is a big deal,”} she frowned.

The time agent chuckled at his tone a few moments later;it was a sound that would’ve hurt her injured side, if it was, in fact, still injured. {”Trust me, I’m very good with tech. They’re perfectly OK, just not…fully working right now,”} she stated airily, still grinning at the situation and the man sitting on the edge of her bed-he was too damn charming, she thought. {”And there’s no cause for such means, I’m sure,”} she added with a highly dramatic sigh. {”What would it take to secure your silence?”} she smirked.

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     { "Being this dramatic, I'm sure you can find a way to entertain yourself," } Matthew couldn't resist a tease. { "Also, I thought exercising patience is a crucial thing for a CIA agent?" } He grinned a little, amusement twinkling in his eyes. { "There's a reason why hospital inmates are called patients, don't you think?" }

     The sore he could bear, really, it was annoying but did not affect him much. He wouldn't admit to her though that he did feel rather exhausted, from the lack of quality sleep to the previous day tension still lingering somewhat. But he figured the least he could do was keeping Lir company, at least for a little bit more. { "It's okay, truly. Don't you think a tough guy like me can handle a bit of discomfort?" } he joked, trying to distract her with the remark.

     He merely raised an eyebrow at Lir's comment about the devices, shaking his head a bit with a faint smile. A smile that grew just a tiny bit devilish at her next question. { "What are you willing to offer?" } he played along.