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Miles here. I know our medical staff here is limited, but does anyone on board have any experience with orthopedics? Due to a recent unforeseen medical development, some old physical problems have resurfaced, and I'm in need of a pair of leg braces. I've got brittle bones, and they help keep my legs from breaking quite so easily. I could do without the limp, too. I haven't needed the braces the last few years until now, so naturally, I don't have them here.

I don't expect anyone to make a pro bono offer, but I'd be happy to work out some kind of a trade. Just...sooner rather than later.

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[hellsbel]

[awwwwwwww his face at learning he'd come up with the name. miles why do you have to be so sweet. wishes they'd left the hand where it was, but contents themself with watching him fondly for now.]

"Unfortunate side effect." [rolls eyes, looks at him pensively.] I can understand the lack of appeal. I've always found Cúrre frank about medical matters; maybe this steps into one of the areas they all keep cagey about.

[wonders if they can pick her brains a little while they're stuck here. at least the time wouldn't be wasted....]

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You think? [ miles rolls his eyes to mirror bel, letting his cheek tip against his propped up hand. ] One of these days, Bel, I'm going to blow a hole in their curtain right open, and all their secrets are going to just come spilling out.

[ he gestures vaguely with his other hand, distantly imagining something like a hole punched in the glass of an aquarium, water rushing out along with all the fish. then he sighs. ]

But until then, we're at the mercy of their cagey horseshit. I don't like it, but if I'm missing memories of an entire person... [ he shrugs. ] It's something I have to consider.

[hellsbel]

[grins that dark, wicked grin again. could watch Miles in dastardly-plans-mode forever.<3]

I'd pay to be there when you do.

[tilts head, faint laugh] Not to mention everyone else on that mission. Remind me to tell you about how we met Nicol and got kicked out of Baron Fell's house party. At least Greg can probably explain why Canaba was so important. [doesn't particularly care about Canaba, but Miles would probably want the context he'd lost.]

[forwardmomentum]

[ miles raises an eyebrow, but he echoes that faint laugh, shaking his head. ]

You'll have to tell me over a drink sometime, because it sounds like one hell of a story. And yeah, I -- I'll have to talk to Gregor.

[ a sigh. there are more difficult conversations he could be having with gregor. miles straightens up, running a hand back through his hair. a little long, now. he could stand to cut it again before they go down planetside. he puts a hand to bel's shoulder in a comradely gesture. ]

You get some rest now, eh? And I mean it. I'll need you in top form for our mission. [ he gives bel a crooked grin. ] Text me if anything comes up. I'll see you around, Bel.

[hellsbel]

Oh yes. [lips quirk; getting a little shaggy up there, aren't you? not that Bel's usually-ambiguous cut is doing any better. another reason to keep buttoned up when in uniform. alas, the kitchen knives are too blunt to do anything about it.

nods -- will leave you in Greg's hands, then; he always knows what to say.]

Will do. Have some fun down there for me -- and send pictures, I'm climbing the walls. [or would be, if the effects of the blood loss had worn off yet. tilts head, cheek resting for a moment against Miles's fingers.

will text you terrible puns and make you laugh at inappropriate times. next best thing to doing it in person, yes?]

[forwardmomentum]

[ close enough until they get to do the real thing, at least.

miles lets bel rest against his hand for a moment before he pulls it away, warm bemusement flickering briefly across his face. it's just as soon gone, replaced with that wry grin. ]

You got it.

[ and then he's sauntering back toward the door, hands shoved in his pockets. ]

[hellsbel]

[frigging blood loss and exhaustion, can't keep eyes open, wants to be awake and doing things dammit. but it's okay. everything'll work out. can't wait for that date, Miles....

drifts off with a smile, replaying the feel of his hand against their face.]