[There's a soft sigh on the other side, relief seeping in despite Danse's dislike of the old synth. Enough relief to even soften Danse's aversion of answering Nick's questions, too.]
The clinic. Her friend is helping to patch up her wounds. Nothing overly serious, but she's going to need bed rest for awhile.
[And as much as Danse hates to admit it, he knows Rey's in good hands as well. He can't ever remember a time when the old synth didn't look out for the Sole Survivor's wellbeing, and that's likely to transfer over here as well.]
[While that went better than expected, Nick can't help but sigh on his end. At least they can't come to blows over the phone. He'll figure you out one day, Danse.]
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[An impromptu nap courtesy of Tranquility's power. Nothing to see here.]
Where's Rose now?
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too.]
The clinic. Her friend is helping to patch up her wounds. Nothing overly serious, but she's going to need bed rest for awhile.
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[Rey did a number on her, but hell, she could've done worse. She is a weapon, after all.
Or she was. She might think of herself as only a weapon, but she's always had the potential for more. She just needs to see that for herself.]
If she's in the hands of Miss Galloway and her crew at the clinic, she'll be fine.
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Then there's nothing else left to discuss.
[And click! There goes the dial-tone.]
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