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They enter.

That simple, no dramatics, no fanfare, just tired faces. Faith's body is covered in streaks of brown-red, the result of trying to clean off blood without time or water to do it properly, and the rest don't look much better. Dirt, sweat, blood--in some cases their own, in some others', because you can get things cleaned up, bandaged, but the long showers that get it clean in the end, that takes time. There's the scent of violence, smoke, gunpowder, ash, tears, anger, all around them, and they are tired, and dirty, but they're alive, and not hurting too badly.

They enter: Ace, Faith, Kitty, Susannah, Zoe, and the door closes behind them.

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*And he kisses her back, his arms tight around her.*

Mrs Hunter.... Welcome back. Glad you didn't have to miss the party you're supposed to be planning.

*He's trying to find something to talk about. He's SO not used to not being able to do anything.*

There's a bit of staring.

And minor flailing.

"Party?"

*He waggles his eyebrows.*

didn't you say you were going to thro me a one year party?

A little more staring.

Blink.

She closes her eyes and leans her head on Tim's shoulder.

"Oy, that is coming up, innit? I just have to remember where the hell I hid the notes." For the record, she did not say she was going to throw a party.

Doesn't mean she didn't have plans for throwing one, anyway.

*She did say she was going to do something for it. Tim just assumed party.*

Not in your clevage. But I could check for you?

A faint snicker.

"You could. Too tired to stop you even if I wanted to."

Pause.

"Oh. You have competition, by the way."

Erk?

*Tim hands, pulling her shirt away to peak inside, pause.*

What for? And who?

Dried flakes of blood and bits of tiny shrapnel lodge under his fingernails.

"Me. By Jayne. Asked if I had a fella, after I blasted the door to the core open. There wasn't time to answer him." A faint smirk.

*Tim laugsh and strokes her hair.*

You look like you need a shower. And if this Jane girl is cute, well......

"I need a lake-ful of shower." Ace agrees, though she's wondering where the hell she's going to find the energy to stay standing that long. It must be shower. Bath would be ick.

And then...

She cracks up.

Utterly.

C'mon. The image of Jayne in a tutu is funny, even if you aren't exhausted.

*oh yeh. So funny. But the image of Jane in a sexy negligee making eyes at Tim is much funnier.*

Would m'lady like assistance in the taking of said shower? to keep her upright?

Ace may be looking forward to introducing the two of them. Poor Tim.

"I would, very much. My knight in shining armor." Maybe the grin's a touch sappy. She's earned it.

*Damn straight she has. He stands, reluctantly, and offers his hands to her.*

Allow me to guide you m'lady?

Her hands tighten around his, and she allows him to pull her to her feet.

Obviously, sitting down was a mistake. Ow.

"Stop at the Bar for asprin?" She asks as she leans against him, her empty pack hanging low off the opposite shoulder.

Got some in my pack. I'll give it to you when we get to the shower. Stopping can be dangerous.

"Right." Ace agrees. Momentum, that's the key. Keep moving so it all can't catch up to you. "Lead on to showers."

*Tim guides her carefully into the staff wing, kicks open thier drawer, then drags her towards the bathroom.*

Baby, doule wide....

*It helps to have magical assitance. And I bet you thought the only reason Tims cell adjoined the Offices was for speed. But yup, when that door opens, it's a nice big spacious shower, four nozzles, and a couple of seats along the walls.*

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