065 ☣ fish for fallen light

[fridgetothefire]

If you know me, I probably miss you. And maybe even if you don't.

[She repeats this Romani, and then Russian, and then German. And then ASL.]

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[fridgetothefire]

You seem like the kind of person I'd miss if I got to know.

[Softly, because she'd said the sentiment was nice, and Anya doesn't have a lot else to offer from here.]

Is it injuries or disease? We have an actual on board doctor if there's anything diagnosis or recommendations can do. A - well, he's from the future to me. What year is it for you?

[nobelist]

[Moira stares, for a moment, because - this girl has no idea who she is, it seems, and yet she's offering to help.

She forgets, sometimes, that there are people like that.]

1986. It's mostly injuries - straightforward enough, it's just we aren't a standard hospital, an' there's a lot of [victims] patients.

...But there are some things that aren't...typical. [The blood - and various other fluids - is mostly off, now.] We've some people with unique physiologies. [Her smile turns wry, and a little bitter, as she turns off the faucet and sets to drying.] It's why I'm here in the first place, but I've been a sigh more useless than usual.

[fridgetothefire]

Mutants, aliens, magic, other...?

[nobelist]

...Mutants, as a matter o'fact. [Her brow furrows.] Most people'd say "good riddance".

[fridgetothefire]

I still might.

[Very, very dry.]

But not right away. I'm - well, obviously familiar. I've got some mutant family.

[nobelist]

[Her hackles rise, but only for a moment; the ferocity fades into a wan smile.] Aye, so do I. [In three different ways. Charles gone, maybe forever. Her son dead. Rahne - lord, please, don't let anything happen to Rahne.]

This lot - they're good people. The X-Men are heroes through and through, an' the morlocks - they just wanted t'be left alone.