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[grip_on_reality]

[Menzies arrives lying on the ground somewhere in the middle of the Plane. she's breathing hard, looking rather horrified and a little pale. she quickly sits up, looking down at herself in apparent confusion. then she starts to pat herself down, as though checking for injuries] All right... No gunshot. Fine now, then. Sure.

[taking a deep breath, she pulls herself to her feet, still looking completely frazzled. after a moment's thought, she takes hold of the ID badge that hangs around her neck. pulling it out, she briskly runs the edge of it along the back of one her hands, creating a small cut. she winces but watches with apparent interest as the cut bleeds red] And not dead. [she breathes a sigh of relief] First thing that's gone right all day... [she replaces her ID card before looking around, her expression uncharacteristically uncertain. she still looks pale and out of breath, and she clearly has no idea what to do now] Maybe this is payback for pissing off Ray.

[ooc: Menzies is in the middle of major trouble back home! See my OOC post for details.]

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[grip_on_reality]

[it's bizarre--to say the least--to be discussing her own rescue. but she's not willing to count herself out of helping yet] Then we'd better do something about that.

[she really is okay, but protesting about his excessive help doesn't seem worth it. instead, once she's on her feet and sure she's steady, she pulls away] I'll meet you back 'ere once I've found some people.

[bit_impossible]

[he doesn't let her go so readily, but he does relinquish any hold he has on her soon enough] I won't be long. Just be sure to take it easy. Grab some chocolate from the kitchen. And a cuppa, on me.

[grip_on_reality]

[she chuckles at his concern] Still like chocolate, do you? Well, I was going to get some coffee anyway.

[bit_impossible]

[looks at her curiously] Yeah, doesn't everyone? Just don't go overboard on the coffee. Too much caffeine might interfere with the process. [whether or not he's being serious, he doesn't let on. nonetheless, Frank has her vitals calibrated and a sudden spike in a stimulate might have negative effects. he doesn't want to take that risk.]

[grip_on_reality]

[she rolls her eyes] Believe it or not, Doctor, I'm old enough to handle myself. Now, shouldn't you be going somewhere?

[she knows there's no particular reason for them to hurry, but she would like to do something about this situation sooner rather than later]

[bit_impossible]

[gives her a look] I could say the same to you. Back in a mo'!

[he waves, and then he drops from the Plane]

[grip_on_reality]

[she smirks, amused by that response. but once he's gone, she lets the expression fade. she turns and starts heading toward the kitchen, thinking about everything that's just happened--and struggling to remember more about it. she sighs] And just what 'ave I gotten myself into this time...