002 || Elle Bishop || [video, morning of Day 4]

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[Elle appears on screen, and though she's in focus and still, the light behind her seems to be flickering, and there's a crackling sound in the background.]

Okay. So let's say, hypothetically, that I was looking at the camera and it sparked or something and I started- and then a fire magically appeared.

I mean, like, not a fire. But, you know. Um.

Anyway. Never mind.

Does anyone know how to use the fire extinguisher? Because I finally got clothes I like [and even though she knows this could potentially qualify as an emergency situation, she takes a second to drop her wrist to show a low-cut blouse] and don't want them to burn.

Not that they would. Just. You know. If there were a hypothetical fire...

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[notrosesshadow]

Just so. By the way, I'm Martha. One of the many doctors we have here.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

I'm Elle. [So... she can make a fire and then clean it up with an even bigger mess. That's... cool.]

What kind of doctor are you?

[notrosesshadow]

Trauma mostly. [Though lately she'd been preforming a lot of alien autopsies as well.]

Mostly I go into emergency zones and help the people there.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

Oh. That's cool, I guess.

[She studies Martha for a moment longer.]

I guess you're not completely ugly.

[notrosesshadow]

[Martha's eyes widen for a second before she starts laughing.]

I don't see how my looks have anything to do with my medical knowledge, but I suppose thank you?

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[Elle nods, a little disgruntled that she doesn't get the joke. She's utterly serious. She'd even thought she was being kind of nice.]

You're welcome.

[notrosesshadow]

[Seeing she somehow misstepped, and knowing she's probably due at the clinic, Martha decides to bow out gracefully. She smiles at the other woman.]

Well Elle, if you ever need anything else, you're always welcome to call me. I'm due at the clinic now.

[rebelle-elle.livejournal.com]

[Elle nods and looks at the fire extinguisher in her hands as if not sure what to do about it.]

Um. Okay? Thanks.

[The "thanks" doesn't sound entirely certain. She isn't accustomed to saying it when she isn't saying it sarcastically.]