Kara shifted on the bunk, offering an unspoken invitation. "I'm fine," she returned wearily, folding her arms and stretching her tense shoulders.
She was really hoping he had a smoke on him, because where her stomach had stopped noisily nagging at her hours before, she was nearly out of her skin with the sort of buzzing agitation only a cigarette would cure.
Still, there were more important matters at hand. "You all right?" He looked no worse for the wear, but that didn't mean there weren't things he couldn't see.
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Date: 2010-05-14 01:35 am (UTC)She was really hoping he had a smoke on him, because where her stomach had stopped noisily nagging at her hours before, she was nearly out of her skin with the sort of buzzing agitation only a cigarette would cure.
Still, there were more important matters at hand. "You all right?" He looked no worse for the wear, but that didn't mean there weren't things he couldn't see.