he'd done his best in helping out where he could during the evacuation. it was too much going on for him to negate anyone's pain then — the pandemonium overwhelming enough to leave him utterly scrambled, resorting to simply evacuating who he was able. now, after what was likely a fitful rest for everyone if they managed to get any at all, he still manages to meet sinéad as he said he would. maxime senses the burning pain she radiates before he even catches her in his line of sight. mouth pressed into a thin line, he approaches and forgoes any greeting. " did i not mention that you should pay biomedical a visit as soon as possible ? " what's the point of his rank if no one fucking listens ? " i can grant temporary relief. just say the word. "
@greatpain
returning battered and bruised from a ball wasn't an expected outcome for the tactical agent. chaos ensued and sinéad had been knocked over, most likely unintentionally, as people moved out of the hall. things around the organisation hadn't felt quite right and with what happened, it had only unsettled her further. she's made sure to leave her accommodation half an hour earlier than she would have to ensure a smooth transition, despite having a really bad night. sitting in her chair, the woman adjusts her position until she's as comfortable as can be. being bruised just made everything hurt more - there's a sense of doubt in her mind, that it's all mental considering they've all been under duress but even then, she can physically feel it as there's a burning sensation in her back and hip. it causes her to lean forward and plant her elbows on the table. show your face for a couple of hours and then you can get home and cry. "agent vitalis." she nods towards the other as soon as she could see him. he was the one who had helped her but she couldn't start trusting people now...