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Concetta was once again at the mercy of the dreaded life division. She wasn't popular in the infirmary on account of her history here. She was a noted difficult patient, needy and demanding, and probably had more in her file from her sum 2 injuries than was necessary. It didn't help that outside of the infirmary, the less assertive lifers were treated like the nerds in the schoolyard. She'd been known to nudge them off of choice cafeteria tables or chatter enough that she'd 'convince' them to give up the non-dried up chicken cutlet and instead take her dehydrated looking meatloaf. By the time they realized (or just agreed to get her off their back) she was already gone with the choicest bits of lunch.

Unfortunately this stay would be a bit longer due to several combat oversights, Finn's need to patch up people outside of the boundaries, and attacking a giantess named Claude. Cee was settled peacefully for the moment. She was napping, hands folded across her chest like a very attractive corpse. Somehow she'd managed to fully do her makeup and hair. A Louis Vuitton bag was tucked neatly under her cot, probably brought by Ever, full of necessities to ensure a comfortable stay.

For what Sasha lacked in makeup experience, Cee had in abundance. It was a shame that she'd yet, on Deus, gotten a runic makeup airbrush. It was on the list of things to do, but other necessities took precedence. Instead, her current look (to others pristine) was her version of slumming it.

Years of tanning had given Cee an innate 'sun sense'. She always knew when someone was blocking her light. Her light nap was interrupted by the shadow falling across her bed and one of her dark eyes cracked open to reveal the outline of hair against the light. Her eye closed again.

"Stick dat morphine right in the vein girl." She wasn't on morphine but it was worth trying.

The light fingers on her arm had Concetta's lips quirking into a helpless smile. She squirmed with the light tickle and laughed, "Ahah! Staaahp."

Cee's eyes opened again, though her arm shot to her ribs. The laughing ached her recovering ribs. "Nah.. Just trying ta get the good s**t and these bitches'r stingy as ******** made an attempt to sit up, which was pointless, so instead answered, "Jus'a spar. Outside the barriers fer someone's specialization. Guess we went a little crazy, heh."

Her eyes, wide and dark, seemed too doe-like for the attitude behind them. It wouldn't be surprising if she had makeup tricks to achieve that end as well. "Who're you?" Sasha was cute at first glance and very comfortable with a stranger. Cee could get behind that. "How's my hair?"

When Sasha said 'Big' Cee gave a satisfied nod. Yes, that had been the right answer.

"Never hearda ya. I'm Concetta." The name was spoken with the proper italian pronunciation, "but erryone calls me Cee." Her natural accent was something all together different and very distinct.

"As long as I git a good story.." She grinned. "But the b***h didn't break the skin so I'm aight."

Cee's eyes darted around the infirmary. Without major missions going on, it was a slow week in there and anyone important had a curtained off bed. Had Sasha come here to work? Or was she one of those charitable souls that checked on the ailing. Something about her eyes said that wasn't the case.

"Candy-stripin?" She threw it out there anyway, though the term was antiquated. It seemed like something she'd heard someone else say.

Cee watched Sasha out of the corner of her eye. It wasn't that moving her head was uncomfortable, though her jaw was slightly sore from a key punch, but she couldn't be bothered to look at the other straight on. The sagging bed didn't do much to add to her discomfort but it did catch her interest further, along with the gentle touch to her hip.

Cee smirked, eyebrow raising. She eyed the coat of the hunter, much more advanced than herself. "Maybe some private trainin.." The words of sympathy seemed shallow and pedantic when combined with the looks Sasha was giving. Whatever her motivation, her eyes didn't sell it, "I'm s**t onna field. But I'll be right as rain in a coupla days. Maybe we can have a.. hmm.. workout?"

She winked.

The pressing sent pains lacing through her side. Snap was making things more manageable, even going so far as issuing a rare verbal comment, the weapon wasn't sure about this woman. That of course made Cee all the more interested. She gritted her teeth, hissing, bit nodded, "Yeah.. do that... HA.." She barked a bit through the pain.

"Oooooooh it hurrrrts nurse I need druggggs!" Her dramatic response was ingenuine, loud and exaggerated. A lifer had made it half to her bed on instinct before the realized she was at it again. Or perhaps they saw Sasha and decided to see where it would go. Perhaps she'd do to Cee what she'd done to Rep and they could get some satisfaction out of the trainee's suffering. Some weird Deus form of payback.

When her ploy didn't work Cee relaxed. The pain definitely tightened the skin around her eyes but it would take more than that to get real genuine cries from her. "I'm.. heh.." Cee laughed through most things, this no different, "alwees up fer anythin girl."

"Oh I ain't ever there." She nodded to her cell phone, manicured fingers momentarily and awkwardly (at this angle) scrabbling over the bedside table to grab it. "Take my number instead."

It wasn't a total lie but mostly, Cee never took anyone back to her own room. Only her inner circle ever went there, or people she needed to do her favors. Her room was her space. She was not particular where any 'activities' took place so long as it wasn't her own room.

Even her phone was less sacred than her shoe collection.

With the phone in hand her fingers fly like they were made for it. She was one of those. With the numbers exchanged and a minimal grimace from the movement, she settled back in the bed.

"Aw u leavin so soon..?" Cee grinned but it didn't reach her eyes. "I'll hit you up girlfren. It'll be a date."