[After Ripley walked out of the meeting, Snake decided to make good on his offer of taking care of it, and stayed behind - if only to get gradually more frustrated with the direction things were heading.
Knowing best to leave her well enough alone to get things together, he waits a little while before heading on over to her room to check up on her. He's not very good at this thing, but he thinks he might be better than no one.
He walks hesitantly down the hall, lingering on each step, hoping he might get a better idea of what to do if he just takes a little longer.]
[While Snake drags his feet, Medic is pacing back and forth in front of Ripley's door, thinking. If it weren't for the birs on his shoulder, Snake might not realize he's there- as it is, it's hard to miss a floating bird.
On the one hand, Medic's pretty sure he won't upset Ripley further by trying to check on her. On the other hand, he's never really been... good at this sort of thing. Maybe he waited too long? Maybe he's not waiting long enough? Maybe she doesn't trust him anymore since he tried to hug her?
It's times like this where Phil's specific brand of deflating tension is at its best. Unfortunately, Phil's nowhere to be found, and Medic doesn't think he'd be the best at helping Ripley right now.
[Hardly a sound can be heard from inside the room--whether that's good or bad is up for the two of them to decide. At this point, Ripley's been in her room for an hour or two.
It might seem as if she may never come out, but the door opens with Ripley standing behind it. She looks...well, a mess, her expression hollow and her eyes red. Once she sees Medic and Snake, she blinks, looking surprised.]
Oh. Hello. [She sounds slightly apprehensive as her eyes dart between Snake and the bird floating in the air.] Can I help you?
[It's clear she's trying to act as if she'd just gone back to her room for a nap.]
[Snake feels no small relief with Medic here. At least he wouldn't be going into this alone, and, even more importantly: Ripley had more people looking out for her.
As Ripley opens the door, Snake briefly looks just as surprised as she is.]
Yeah, uh- [Hnnrghhhhh, he looks to Medic for some kind of guidance, before going back to Ripley.] How are you holding up?
[A pause. She looks towards the pigeon, her eyebrows furrowing.]
I'm fine. [It...seems like she said it more to the pigeon than to Snake or Medic. Another pause.]
...Actually, that's a lie and we know it, but I'm...better. I think. [Her hand grips the doorframe a little tighter, but she musters a half-hearted grin.] I'd prefer some company right now.
I wouldn't be quite so harsh on them. They're just...it's been a tough time, trying to figure out everything that's been going on so far.
[Though something in her voice indicates to Medic that even she has her hang ups about the interaction. She looks towards Amelia, trying to gently move her into her hands.]
Though I wish it wasn't so hard to get through to them. I know that some of them have been through...a lot, but that doesn't mean they should subject themselves to more of that.
Children shouldn't be dealing with... any of this, really. The amount of strain this sort of ordeal can cause on a developing brain is staggering. Worse, if they've dealt with something like this previously. I should know.
I know we can't exactly stop them, but their refusal to let adults help is getting... Concerning.
I know there's not much I can do, even if they let me, but. Still.
[Ripley lets out a frustrated sigh, rubbing her face with her hands. The fact that these kids think that she's not taking them seriously--but she is taking them seriously, which is why she's worried about them. But these kids will believe what they want to believe, and end up getting hurt because of it, and--
Ripley raises her hands in a resigned gesture.]
Maybe we should...talk about something else. I feel like my brain's going to explode with all-- [Waves her hand vaguely.] --this. Um....
[Ripley's eyebrows furrow as she tries to think of something to distract herself with. She then snaps her fingers, which startles Amelia slightly.]
...pancakes. Uh, I mean--how do you feel about, um, pancakes? Because I can make them.
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Knowing best to leave her well enough alone to get things together, he waits a little while before heading on over to her room to check up on her. He's not very good at this thing, but he thinks he might be better than no one.
He walks hesitantly down the hall, lingering on each step, hoping he might get a better idea of what to do if he just takes a little longer.]
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On the one hand, Medic's pretty sure he won't upset Ripley further by trying to check on her. On the other hand, he's never really been... good at this sort of thing. Maybe he waited too long? Maybe he's not waiting long enough? Maybe she doesn't trust him anymore since he tried to hug her?
It's times like this where Phil's specific brand of deflating tension is at its best. Unfortunately, Phil's nowhere to be found, and Medic doesn't think he'd be the best at helping Ripley right now.
Then again, neither is he.]
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It might seem as if she may never come out, but the door opens with Ripley standing behind it. She looks...well, a mess, her expression hollow and her eyes red. Once she sees Medic and Snake, she blinks, looking surprised.]
Oh. Hello. [She sounds slightly apprehensive as her eyes dart between Snake and the bird floating in the air.] Can I help you?
[It's clear she's trying to act as if she'd just gone back to her room for a nap.]
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As Ripley opens the door, Snake briefly looks just as surprised as she is.]
Yeah, uh- [Hnnrghhhhh, he looks to Medic for some kind of guidance, before going back to Ripley.] How are you holding up?
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we can come back later if you prefer
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I'm fine. [It...seems like she said it more to the pigeon than to Snake or Medic. Another pause.]
...Actually, that's a lie and we know it, but I'm...better. I think. [Her hand grips the doorframe a little tighter, but she musters a half-hearted grin.] I'd prefer some company right now.
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Of course!
That's Amelia again, by the way. She wanted to check on you.
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Uh--how did the rest of the meeting go? Did anyone make any further progress on...anything?
[She stills feel bad for getting overwhelmed like that, but...you know. Sometimes your brain can be a bitch.]
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i hate to sound like a old man, but these children really need to learn some manners. or at least common sense.
... i know that makes me a hypocrite but at least i know i'm a hypocrite
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I wouldn't be quite so harsh on them. They're just...it's been a tough time, trying to figure out everything that's been going on so far.
[Though something in her voice indicates to Medic that even she has her hang ups about the interaction. She looks towards Amelia, trying to gently move her into her hands.]
Though I wish it wasn't so hard to get through to them. I know that some of them have been through...a lot, but that doesn't mean they should subject themselves to more of that.
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They're stubborn. They think we don't take them seriously and they have to prove themselves by jumping at the first chance to get themselves killed.
[He knows this, because he knows that type.]
We tell them to step back, they think it's because they're not good enough.
[Clearly, from his tone, he's angry about everything to do with the situation.]
One day they'll learn, but I'd rather it not be the hard way.
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I know we can't exactly stop them, but their refusal to let adults help is getting...
Concerning.
I know there's not much I can do,
even if they let me, but. Still.
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Ripley raises her hands in a resigned gesture.]
Maybe we should...talk about something else. I feel like my brain's going to explode with all-- [Waves her hand vaguely.] --this. Um....
[Ripley's eyebrows furrow as she tries to think of something to distract herself with. She then snaps her fingers, which startles Amelia slightly.]
...pancakes. Uh, I mean--how do you feel about, um, pancakes? Because I can make them.