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In and then Out of Milliways: Christine mentioned things dropped in a vent, and Spoon went to help. 'Cause that's what you do for friends. And that's why he's stumbling back into the bar with a really abashed looking Predator (insomuch as Predators can manage the expression) behind him making sure the door closes all the way. She's got most of a remarkably dead body with her.

Spoon is butt-ass naked and carting the head with him. He's also missing rather a lot of bones. Like the front third or so of his ribs, his entire lower jaw, and several fingers. All the soft flesh has grown back, at least?

...Face it, he looks like shite and Christine looks like a Predator, and the two of them are carrying a large, dead Xenomorph.

Anyone who can get past that might notice in a non-horrified and panicked and/or offended part of their brain that Spoon's got a reverse-acid-burn of scar-free flesh

((With, uh. Bonus fixed headlinkage.))

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[paladinsuitsyou]

"Apparently," Booth says. "Well, if you don't need any help, I should probably let you guys, uh, take care of that." He gestures to the Xenomorph. "And, you know, clean up and stuff. Keep the jacket, I'll get it next time I'm in."

[there-is-a-me.livejournal.com]

Spoon nods again, with an apologetic whine.

It's about all he can do right now, vocally.

[paladinsuitsyou]

Booth understands, and smiles as best he can. "Good work, though. Can't wait to hear the whole story. Maybe you should, like, go sleep or something. Speed the recovery."