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"That huge friend of hers... she didn't get to drunk, till her friends got gathered up and they left for the night." she added with a shrug, not going into too much detail.
He avoided talking about Izumi to much, it might have been a little protective of him, but something told him he had to be careful.
"Some goes for you too," Jerome replied, with a raised brow, and gesturing a hand toward the informant. "Had no idea you knew Tux," He reached a hand up to run his hand over the shaved side of his head. "And why ya went runnin' off. I saw that look on both yer face."
They were not on friendly terms.

There was a distinct flinch, one of Jerome eyes closing in a tense grimace himself. <******** man." A month
Jerome knew he would go crazy, he hate thinking back when he had to limit his movement because of the bullet wounds.
he certainly felt Izaya's pain.
"Standin' a week in here is ganna be bad enough, F'they don't get you a wheelchair by then, I'll ********' swipe one for you, that's bullshit."
This was clearly an uncomfortable through to deal with, and he flinched slightly again, shifted his weight,
It was just WRONG to keep a Parkour user locked up like that.

A little more subtly about this plan might have been a good idea though, since Jerome didn't seem to have a problem with saying this around someone who was clearly staff around here.

Faleen wasn't entirely sure what exactly to say to his comment, no idea where the question of murdering someone came into play here, but she could probably safely assume he was running with the first thing that came to his mind
At the mention of the green hair she blinked, and raised her eyebrows, reaching up with her free hand to touch a gathering of the still greenish locks.
"Mmm, even if I did have a lot of those jokes coming my way, I think I would still prefer not to leave my hair green." She saved her hand. lowering it back down to cup her palm under the data pas she was carrying under her other arm.
"I don't think anyone would take me seriously anymore." she added, with a light smile.

His last comment drew another silence, though this time her head jerked back a little, and she looked perplexed for a moment. "Boyfriend?"

Both of the Rockets looked over to the Trainee that stepped over, Jerome sized her up more openly, arching an eyebrow as his teeth absently played with the inside of his lip piercing.
He had a history of meeting annoying nurses here at Rocket, this one didn't seem like an idiot, though she seemed pretty damn perky.

Faleen didn't need to ask the Trainee's name, since Izaya had already implied an introduction,
Turning her attention more to face the new Rocket, that had been helpful to them before.
A Trainee already working in a specialty field? this was interesting.
Though, with as busy as they have been, Faleen wouldn't be surprised if they grabbed the first Rocket they could find to help them with little stuff.

She listened to the conversation absently - was this considered eavesdropping? they were sort of talking right in front of her, so... - picking up on little things such as the potential for murder and the intent to steal a wheelchair. What an odd group, Arcadie observed, her lips pursed thoughtfully. Were they just being silly, or were they completely serious? Outside of the uppity nurses, the strict training instructors, and her whiny roommates, this was the first real interaction she was having with the other Rockets, and she wasn't quite sure what to make of it.

"Oh," she raised her hands to her mouth in exaggerated surprise at the wounded man's explanation. "Hehe, sorry. Better to take it seriously than to just ignore you, though, right?" Her chipper demeanor fell into a slight confusion when her name was asked; everything she'd heard about trainees was that they were practically invisible and not to be terribly offended when no one cared for her identity beyond that she was a Rocket of the lowest tier. Well, this was a pleasant disparity, then. "Arcadie Bessette," she replied, her already noticeable French accent thickening with the pronunciation. "And you?" Mm, well was it impolite to ask his name? He was injured, after all. Maybe he just wanted to know her name for the pleasure of saying 'why thank you, Arcadie, now do me the courtesy of getting out of my life.' Too late to retract the question, though. Oh well.

Arcadie regarded Jerome at his disbelief, making a conscious effort to not fixate on his odd features. But it was cooooooool-- no, focus! "If he's willing to take a chair," because there was such a stigma of weakness connoted to wheelchairs that many rejected them solely out of pride, "he can probably be out of here some time tomorrow or the day after - with the understanding that he comes back regularly for check-ups, of course. So," she looked to the red-eyed Rocket again, tilting her head to a side sweetly, "if that's an option, then that's an option."

"Oohhh," she raised her hands slightly, palms out in an entreating gesture, "let's not shout, oui? Plenty of time for shouting later, when you're feeling better." Though he certainly seemed to be feeling all right, laying there cracking jokes and insinuating things about people's love lives. She couldn't help but grin at the love rectangle comment, though. Clearly they needed to keep adding more people to that one until they arrived at a love dodecagon. That would be fun to explain to others.

"Hehe, well if you were like 'my stomach hurts' and I was like 'bullshit it does' and it turned out you were bleeding internally or something, that wouldn't be a very good situation, would it?" She shifted her weight to one foot, folding her hands behind her back and maintaining her bright smile. At mention of her checklist, she uttered a small "oh" and fumbled with the clipboard, looking down the list. That was definitely a name that was on it. "Sorry, haven't quite put names to faces yet," she apologized, waving a hand to dismiss her mistake. "Nakura, then." Someone had called him by another, longer name earlier, but she couldn't quite remember it. Were code names a popular thing? Was she supposed to pick one? "Pleasure's mine. Hehe, I hope I do well, for as long as they let me stay here. I imagine they'll kick me out to do normal trainee shenanigans just as soon as the need for a larger staff calms down." Which was a sort of sad thought in itself; she was much happier actually working in her area of interest than she had been on the random cafeteria and cleaning duties they'd been giving her before.

His question drew a smirk as she inclined her head against her shoulder, "My, my, not sure why you would want to request a trainee specifically, nor am I sure if that's even a thing they do, but I can certainly make a point of checking by your room every now and then, if you'd like." She batted her eyes sweetly, though the flirtatious gesture was by and large for the sake of being silly.

"Yea," Aulus grinned, "Snot Hair. All in all it went pretty well so far as I can tell yea, I mean what with getting Nxy and blowing the place up and that and- Hayes!" The scarred man's grin broadened as his partner stepped around the corner. "Good t'see you on your feet!" Claire had just said he was fin but... well, it was a bit different seeing it in the flesh.

Pushing his fingers through his hair Hayes smiled at the man in the bed and responded with; "Hey man."

*****

Oh? So they'd done something more than extract Nyx? "Interesting," Frost murmured, "so I can assume you struck quite a crippling blow.... I wonder if they will seek retribution immediately or retreat to plan and lick their wounds? Sadly I don't have enough knowledge of their leaders to hazard a guess. I wonder if they will seek to strike back at our base if you cause such trouble on theirs? An eye for an eye and so on." They had been gone for quite some time though.... Perhaps it had merely taken time to sneak inside the Galactic base to begin with.

...There was one more interesting detail though.

"Why did you come back in that Overblown jet?" Frost asked with a thoughtful frown. "I do hope somebody searched very carefully for homing beacons and the like, it would be quite embarrassing if they managed to discover our base in that manner."

The trainee broke into a fit of giggles, swatting her hand bashfully at the air, "Mon dieu, monsieur, est-ce une façon de parler à une dame?" She stifled her laughter, but her grin remained. "Careful with those hypothetical situations of yours. I've dealt with worse." A passing wink left it to his imagination what exactly she'd dealt with and how she'd dealt with it. It also served to add a coy humor to memories she'd prefer not to think about. Intern nurses got stuck with all the worst jobs.

"Ohh it is," she agreed readily with a pout. "I'd much rather be in the clinic. Hands-on training and all. Can't say I've ever met a single doctor who could either run a mile without losing breath or clean a bathroom without complaints, so I'm not sure why I'm expected to do both." She rested her hands on her hips with a huff. "Well anyway. I'll just make the most of what I can do now." That was the best way to do anything, after all.

The compliments reminded her of the boyfriend she had left behind, and the slightest sigh crept past her lips. "Now now, flattery won't get you anywhere," she chided with a giggle, wagging a finger smartly. "I can certainly do that if you like, but the second you try and get me to look at your p***s, I am going to find the oldest old guy I can and sick him on you, hehe!"

The cast-imprisoned patient blinked. At least he had confirmed the French part, though he didn't have the slightest as to what she was saying. Just smile and nod. That was it. At least he had gotten her to laugh...? Though that didn't seem like a particularly difficult task. "Worse than me? Mm, I wonder..." he chuckled in response.

"I know! It was the same with me, and I'm just an informer. What in the world do they want from us? Olympic medals?" He shrugged. "I guess if I could have run faster, though, I might not have been stuck in these casts. You never know~"

The sigh did not escape the ever-observant grunt. Despite her giggle, he remained curious as to what had triggered her prior action. Probably best not to voice it just now, though. They'd only just met, after all. "Yuch! In that case, I think I'm feeling just dandy, thanks," he answered with a crooked grin. "Anyway, I'm sure you have other patients to tend to, so I won't keep you." He adjusted his body into a more comfortable position. "Don't forget to come back and visit me, though~!"

Nakura's sudden redaction of his previous quasi-threat drew more giggles, and the trainee folded her arms, the clipboard cradled at her chest, and half turned as she readied to depart the small group, "Hehe, okay. Rest easy, and feel free to send for me if anything comes up. ...Ahem, within reason." Unintentional innuendo was simultaneously the worst and the best, and she made a point of not laughing again. Arcadie nodded to Jerome and Faleen, a vague grin clinging to her features, before excusing herself to make rounds.