[ For her part, Andy is surprisingly obliging, finally stubbing out that dwindling cigarette on the pavement next to her before offering her hands to Emily. The knuckles are swollen and angry, scattered with bloody cuts that have started to dry over. Definitely looks like she hit someone in the face a few times. A few times at least.
She watches passively as Emily goes bout her work, not flinching away from the sting of the disinfectant. That gentleness is probably wasted on her, though not unnoticed, and maybe not totally unappreciated either. Her eyes glance up at Emily's question, the subsequent answer delayed by a tangible half-beat. ]
...I don't know. How would I tell? [ Andy gives an experimental wiggle of her fingers — it hurts, but they move, which is good enough, right? She's had broken bones before. But she never really paid attention to it. It never lingered. And all the pain has blurred together over the last several thousand years. ] It's probably fine. I don't need much, doc.
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She watches passively as Emily goes bout her work, not flinching away from the sting of the disinfectant. That gentleness is probably wasted on her, though not unnoticed, and maybe not totally unappreciated either. Her eyes glance up at Emily's question, the subsequent answer delayed by a tangible half-beat. ]
...I don't know. How would I tell? [ Andy gives an experimental wiggle of her fingers — it hurts, but they move, which is good enough, right? She's had broken bones before. But she never really paid attention to it. It never lingered. And all the pain has blurred together over the last several thousand years. ] It's probably fine. I don't need much, doc.