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[ooc: I'm hideing this one due to E for Emo and the beginning of a hinted to canon addiction]

Outside by the lake the lone medic sits on the shore, the tops of his jumpboots close enough to the water that when the next wave comes in they get wet. Gene shakes from head to toe feeling the pain courseing through his veins worse than it had during Normandy. And it was a minor and a medium healing- it shouldn't be like this. Curled up against his knees he rocked back and forth with his lips moving so fast in prayer that he couldn't even make the words out that he was saying. However, Eugene Roe knew them by heart.

Without even thinking he reaches into one of his pockets pulling out a syrette. Gene eyes it carefully, it's not something he wants to do again but it hurts and it hurts a lot. Not even the praying is taking it away like it should and that is enough to make him inwardly panic.

Tearing the top cap off he eyes the needle carefully. Needles never bothered him but this..this was different. Licking his lips once as if a moments heitation were coming on, he slowly stuck the needle into his left arm where he had the sleeve rolled back past his elbow. A gentle little squeeze given causeing the rush of masked relief to slowly start working its way through him.

Laying back onto the grass Roe closed his eyes with his lips still mouthing the words of a prayer. It would fade in time..or the morphine would wear off first. He hoped for the earlier option.

Anyone is welcome to come check on the medic.

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For her part, Sariel could act older, younger, or darn close to her own twenty-three. It depended on day and situation, more often than not. "I don't know of anyone else from my ship who knows about Milliways. I'd like to bring a friend of mine here, at some point--a few friends, really, but one more than anything. She'd love it here." And for a second, one could say that half-smile Sariel's wearing is downright sappy. aww. Just a friend, yeah, sure.

Sadly, a lot of the people that Gene knows from Easy are in the bar. Most of them officers and making him rather uncomfortable- sort of like when he met Nathan Petrelli. That man could give Winters and Sobel a run for their money.

Chuckling again he reaches out and rubs at his left arm with stiff fingers.

"Here? For me it was the door to the ship's dining room that led me here, the first time. It's turned up on our bridge, and in my quarters more than once, and one night it was in my bathroom." That question doesn't mean what you think it means. Or does it?

And Nathan Petrelli could give just about anyone a run for their money, with the possible exception of Lieutenant Worf. That one's up in the air.

It's a very, very small smile that Gene manages. So far all his access to Milliways was through tent flaps.

The smile that answers is closer to half of one than the real thing, given the overall seriousness of the night, but at least it's there. "Good luck, with that. I mean it."

The smile that Gene takes on is a true smile. Not one of those little half things that he usually musters for people he knows or interacts with. It's an honest to God smile.

Reaching out he offers Sariel his hand.

That hand is taken and shaken, if gently. "Nice to have met you too, Gene." She only switches back to English after a second's silence and a glance toward the bar that lingers. "Hopefully it's as calm in there now as we hoped before."