It wasn't like either of them could see in the dark. That wasn't a power that Moira's experimentation had granted him, which means that he stayed right where he was as his eyes adjusted quickly to the dark. Of course, having to stay that extra half minute left her plenty of opportunity to pelt unnecessary questions at him. Of course, she would. Angela never knew when to leave off after all.
"You tell me, Doc," he growled at her, but it was a rhetorical question. He wasn't looking for any kind of answer because he had come to the conclusion of what had happened to him. "If you wanted a hello, you should associate with better people and not thieves."
He could have asked, but where was the fun in that? Also, it meant letting her know that something was wrong and he kept himself at a distance from all of this potential conversations. Moira checked in and that was good enough usually.
"Go back to bed before you live to regret it." Or die regretting it.
In the dark, Gabriel seemed to almost melt into it, like he was part of it. Like this was who he was now; dark and shadow. She didn't want to believe it, that ll of who he was before was gone, who she'd thought he was-- but that's not entirely true. She'd seen it before the explosion, before everything came apart. She just hadn't done anything about it.
The fall of Overwatch had been terrible, but how many of them were really blameless?
"You'd have to let me try," she answers softly. She knows it's rhetorical, that it's not really an offer, but she can't resist the opening to let him know that it exists, anyway. But she does give him a bit of a look when he says that she should associate with better people, but she doesn't take the opening. She doesn't say something about how he used to be or anything sharp. She knows the moment is fraught, and the sentiment doesn't feel like truth.
Her face shifts with a wry sort of smile when he tells her to go back to bed. She wouldn't throw herself into the front lines in places like this if there wasn't a certain sort of recklessness to her, if caring didn't often override self-preservation. She'd built herself a suit specifically to allow her to get there faster, to be where she was needed, no matter the risk, and hadn't even considered the ability to protect herself originally.
She gets to her feet, sliding out from under the blanket, in pajamas, a definite contrast to his leather and body armor, but she doesn't seem to shirk from it. She moves slowly, takes a breath as she looks up at him. "It wouldn't be the first thing." Her voice is even, and she had no illusions about him not being dangerous, but there's something here she can't step away from. "I can spare it, and you should know I wouldn't stop anyone who needs the medicine. But I wonder why you do."
While he grudgingly respected her knowledge and skill when it came to medicine, she was hindered by the boundaries of her own personal ethics. Moira never had been, and like him, she was willing to do whatever was necessary in order to achieve the necessary results. Angela trying to save him was not in the cards; he always thought she would simply take Morrison's side anyway.
"You help enough people here. I take care of myself."
He understood that his order of her was meaningless. She would do whatever she wanted; this was her territory and he was simply allowing himself opportunity to see himself out of it. Maybe she could pretend she hadn't seen him after all and that would be that.
That she instead stood and picked her way in the darkness towards him shouldn't be surprising. "I know you won't." She would deny no one any medical help. "Let's just say I need a little pick-me-up, shall we?" Not that anyone would consider a vaccine a treatment of anything but the disease in which it was intended.
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"You tell me, Doc," he growled at her, but it was a rhetorical question. He wasn't looking for any kind of answer because he had come to the conclusion of what had happened to him. "If you wanted a hello, you should associate with better people and not thieves."
He could have asked, but where was the fun in that? Also, it meant letting her know that something was wrong and he kept himself at a distance from all of this potential conversations. Moira checked in and that was good enough usually.
"Go back to bed before you live to regret it." Or die regretting it.
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The fall of Overwatch had been terrible, but how many of them were really blameless?
"You'd have to let me try," she answers softly. She knows it's rhetorical, that it's not really an offer, but she can't resist the opening to let him know that it exists, anyway. But she does give him a bit of a look when he says that she should associate with better people, but she doesn't take the opening. She doesn't say something about how he used to be or anything sharp. She knows the moment is fraught, and the sentiment doesn't feel like truth.
Her face shifts with a wry sort of smile when he tells her to go back to bed. She wouldn't throw herself into the front lines in places like this if there wasn't a certain sort of recklessness to her, if caring didn't often override self-preservation. She'd built herself a suit specifically to allow her to get there faster, to be where she was needed, no matter the risk, and hadn't even considered the ability to protect herself originally.
She gets to her feet, sliding out from under the blanket, in pajamas, a definite contrast to his leather and body armor, but she doesn't seem to shirk from it. She moves slowly, takes a breath as she looks up at him. "It wouldn't be the first thing." Her voice is even, and she had no illusions about him not being dangerous, but there's something here she can't step away from. "I can spare it, and you should know I wouldn't stop anyone who needs the medicine. But I wonder why you do."
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"You help enough people here. I take care of myself."
He understood that his order of her was meaningless. She would do whatever she wanted; this was her territory and he was simply allowing himself opportunity to see himself out of it. Maybe she could pretend she hadn't seen him after all and that would be that.
That she instead stood and picked her way in the darkness towards him shouldn't be surprising. "I know you won't." She would deny no one any medical help. "Let's just say I need a little pick-me-up, shall we?" Not that anyone would consider a vaccine a treatment of anything but the disease in which it was intended.