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[schrodingerskatz]

When Beverly went back to work, Price commended her for "getting back on the horse" and every time she thinks about that now she kind of wants to laugh hysterically. It's been -- it's been a weird, weird week.

When the door opens into the bar, she stops short in the doorway, staring. Then, cautiously, she closes and opens it from her side. That works; she steps through and tests it from the Milliways side. Still works, and still opens onto the break room at Quantico. Satisfied that she's not going to be stuck here again, she heads to the counter. As she sits down, Bar delivers a note. And . . . a balloon. The balloon is pretty cute. The note -- not so much.

Beverly reads it twice, then sets it down with a sigh and pinches the bridge of her nose with her good hand. (Her right is still bandaged, though the doctor assures her that her fingers are healing well.)

"Bar, can I have a double Bushmills?"

There are things she can deal with sober, but the combination of dealing with Hannibal Lecter at work, dealing with the situation here, and finding a live bird in a dead woman's chest just. Is not one of those things.

[ooc: Usual warnings about the gruesomeness of Beverly's canon apply, turned up a little because "Su-Zakana" is a hell of an episode. Let me know if you'd rather her work not come up.]

Comments

[a1enzo]

"Yeah, it's like that here. How's your hand?"

[schrodingerskatz]

"Healing nicely, according to the doctors. Not ready to get fitted for a prosthetic yet."

She nods to the empty stool next to her, an invitation if he cares to take it.

"I owe you. I guess it could have been a lot worse."

[a1enzo]

Enzo takes a seat.

"What kind of prosthetics can you get in your world?" Perhaps she can make the most of a bad situation.

[schrodingerskatz]

"With my insurance?" she says, very wry. "Cosmetic, mostly. But they're doing wonders with silicone. And maybe one day the bionic prosthetics will be halfway affordable."

[a1enzo]

"No upgrades, then?"

[schrodingerskatz]

"Nah, nothing fancy. Although I was thinking about getting a hook."

She's kidding.

Mostly.

(Zeller, on hearing that suggestion, was not.)

[a1enzo]

"No, no, you should get a multitool. Different attachments."

[schrodingerskatz]

That startles a laugh out of her.

"I'll have to see if they make those. Swiss Army prostheses."

[a1enzo]

"My brother's false eye is a scanner and targeting unit."

[schrodingerskatz]

"That sounds pretty damn useful."

[a1enzo]

"It majorly is. That wouldn't work for fingers, but I bet you could get something good out of this."

[schrodingerskatz]

Her smile turns crooked.

"Yeah, that'd be nice. Getting something good out of this."

It's not all bad back home, insofar as she and Miriam Lass are both alive and free. She's really reaching for those good things, though.

[a1enzo]

"Sorry, I don't mean to... like, downplay it or anything. Just that you can make the best of it."

[schrodingerskatz]

She shakes her head.

"No, it's okay. It's just -- been a stressful couple of weeks. Sometimes it catches up to me."

[a1enzo]

"If... is it okay if I ask...?"

[schrodingerskatz]

She blows out a breath and picks up her drink, nodding.

"Go ahead. I'm not sure where to start. You're on Security here, right?"

[a1enzo]

"That's right."

[schrodingerskatz]

"Do you know anything about Hannibal Lecter?"

[a1enzo]

Enzo's face darkens. "Oh. Him."

[schrodingerskatz]

"Yeah," drily, "him. We're from the same world."

[a1enzo]

"You don't have to tell me any more if you don't want to. That explains plenty."

[schrodingerskatz]

Beverly snorts.

"Has he been behaving himself around here?"

[a1enzo]

"I almost wish he weren't. I don't really mean that," he adds hastily, "but we can only do anything if he does something here."

[schrodingerskatz]

"No, I know what you mean. We haven't been able to nail him on anything out there, either."

[a1enzo]

Sigh. "If he were from my world, he'd be a Trojan horse, I'm sure of it."