10912/A Nightingale With Broken Wings

A Nightingale With Broken Wings
Date of Scene:	28 January 2020
Location:	Medical Lab - X-Men Base
Synopsis:	Shannon's stuck in the medbay with some nasty injuries following what was supposed to have been a routine patrol, and has some visitors. Gwen is asked to begin training in preparation for joining the New Mutants. Bean makes good on the threat from both Cannonball and himself to make a magnetic nameplate for her bed during medbay visits! The stinker!
Cast of Characters:	Nightingale, Cannonball, Samuel Morgan, Dragonfly (Armenteros)

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Nightingale has posed:
     The medbay had been fairly quiet, seeing little use for several weeks. Most injuries on the grounds or amongst the teams based out of the mansion had been relatively minor, able to be handled in the Wellness Office. Unfortunately, someone on staff must have spoken the 'Q-word', because sure enough, there was incoming and it was not pretty. It was also the mansion's resident winged healer, with a mess of cuts and bruises, two broken wings, a very nasty egg on the back of her head, and some broken ribs. How her arms and legs had escaped being broken, let alone her spine, they might never know, but through some miracle, she was alive.

     The medical staff did what they were trained for, setting the winged teen to rights, and getting her settled in one of the beds. Nature and close observation would have to take care of the rest.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie comes in a bit after she has ben set up and can now have visitors. He walks in not having heard the details yet, but came to check on her "Hey you." He says to the little one.

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon cracks one eye open, breathing well enough for the moment. She's not making any sounds of pain, and has likely been given some medicine to help with that. She isn't groggy enough to be unable to recognize Sam, though, smiling wanly as she sees him come in. "Hey, big brother... got that nameplate all set yet? It's been months since I've been down here."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie walks over and takes her hand and says "So, looks like ya might be here a couple days, so what happened?"

Nightingale has posed:
     This was just the week for AAR reports, wasn't it? Shannon squeezed Sam's hand lightly, very glad for the company--even if not glad for having to give the report. "Routine patrol. Gwen, Illyana, and myself. We took a smaller transport out. Roughly between Poughkeepsie and Hartford. Heading east, like we were going back home. Saw some thick black smoke over the water. It was a Stark ship..."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods a bit to this pulling a chair over to sit and listen letting the girl fill him in.

Nightingale has posed:
     "They were being boarded. Not sure what the goons were after. Small crew for the ship, maybe about fifteen." Shannon has to close her eyes against the lights of the room, taking breaths as deeply as she can. She knew that it was important to keep breathing deeply when broken ribs were healing. "Three goons holding the crew captive, two as guards, one as lookout. Third guy was smoking. Two lookouts near the cargo containers, one with a gun, one manning a handheld radio. Took care of the guy with the radio, Gwen crunched the other guy's gun." There is actually a look of pride on her face as she continues, with something of a smile. "Girl went all Captain America, ripped up a hatch to use as a shield and damn, was she good."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and says "So you thinking she will want to be in regular training?" He will ask curious on the others opinion. "If this gets to much let me know."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon squeezes Sam's hand by way of answer, not willing to move her head very much just yet. "I think so. She's got grit, heart, and a helluva lot of talent." She smiles some, cracking open her eyes. "You shoulda seen Illyana. Sent the smoking goon through a loop between two portals till he got sick and passed out, and dumped him on the deck. Remind me not to piss her off. I did a flying drop-kick on the two guarding the crew. Two goons tried to get away with something from the ship. We don't know what it was, I think Illy might have portaled it back here. Might wanna have Scott or Jean check their offices."

She stops for a few moments to gather her energy, focusing on keeping her breath slow and even. "There were a few goons setting some explosives amidships, among some of the shipping containers. They weren't stuck on too good, and I was -not- gonna try and disarm them. Picked them off, flew them out, and dropped them in the water." She grimaces a little bit, squeezing Sam's hand. "Their boat was nearby. Might've set the things off by remote. Ship was safe, crew was safe, but the shockwave knocked me outta the sky, and I fell hard right back onto the deck of the ship. That's the last thing I remember before waking up here."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods a bit and says "I have seen Illyana's work." He smirks a bit and at the end he says "You do know I am the one who is invulnerable when flying you know the loud roaring noise and all.

Nightingale has posed:
     Grimacing, Shannon squeezes Sam's hand in response again. "Yeah, but thing is, you weren't there. Which isn't bad, you can't be everywhere at once, so don't go blaming yourself, m'kay?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "If your trying to get rid of explosives the father underwater it is and you aint is best"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon remains silent for a few moments. "There wasn't time. I wasn't under water, was above it. They didn't sink far before they blew. It was just too fast..." She sighs a little bit. "Gonna have some explaining to do to Poseidon, there's no way he could've missed that."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to the girl and says "When your better if you want we can run it through the DR, and see if we can find anything you could have done different, but right now am glad your okish.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grimaces a little bit, her cheeks going a little bit red. "There's plenty I could've done better. It would... suck, seeing it all over again. But I think maybe going through ways to get rid of explosives in similar situations would be good, as a general thing."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods and says "I will wait to hear what illyana has to say about it. Can tell ya one quick one would have worked probably though

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon raises her eyebrows. "What's that, then?" She just hoped she'd remember this later, when it would actually stick and it would do some good!

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "You had Illy with her, you ask her to open a portal to limbo, and drop them into there."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grimaces slightly. "I'll smack myself in the forehead later for not thinking of that. Aaargh!" Letting out a little sigh, she just stares up at the ceiling for several moments. "On the flip side, she did a helluva lot of good out there. I'm seriously proud of both of them. It felt like I could trust them both with my life out there."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Illy, was one of the first few to join the new mutants with us. Magma, Lock, and her.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles a little bit. "She's been pretty flipping incredible, the few times I've gotten to work with her. I mean, if you count that DR session that Warren was running. Blows my mind away every time."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie nods, and says "Would trust her with my life, and I have

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles a little bit. "I'm starting to think the same of Gwen, too. Now, if this doesn't convince her that she's really and truly in the New Mutants, I don't know what will."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Or that she wants to be in it you mean?"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon blinks, looking surprised. "I thought she was? She sure worked her tailfeathers off out there like one, if she wasn't."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "She was unsure about it I thought" He will say "I should talk to her.""

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles and squeezes Sam's hand. "Please do. She's been so uncertain of herself about that since Andrea's little faux pas about the whole thing." Her smile fades, and she sighs softly. "I'm really glad she's not here. Could just about kick her for that whole mess. You know I'm /still/ putting out fires from it?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie 's brow raises a bit and says "She was trying to help."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grumbles a little. "Forgive me, but she did a pretty piss-poor job of it. Instead of helping, she made students feel like they were worthless. That's taking some of them a while to get past."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Pats her hand and says "Well not something you should be stressing about right now."

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles a little and laughs, but winds up coughing a bit instead. "You're right. What I'm gonna stress more about is working with medical staff on a better menu for in here! I'm starting to see why the Captain isn't too fond of Jello!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Might be able to have mashed taters as well normally easy on the stomach. white toast

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles a little bit. "What about clam chowder? Or chicken soup? Something with a little protein and calcium that's still on the light side."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie hmms and says "Chicken perhaps not sure about clam, not sure how much work stomach has to do on it.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles a little bit. "Anything but Jello again. Please. One more thing of Jello and I swear I'll go on a hunger strike."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "You know I think in the 50s and 60s they did things with savory in jello like a jello tuna salad"

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon grimaces visibly, and nudges the small bowl of red jello aside, refusing to take so much more as a single bite. "I think you just ruined me on the stuff. That sounds positively fowl!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smirks a bit and says "That would be a more jello chicken salad." He offers her a joke, and is holding her hand. I will chat with the doctor when I head out

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    It really doesn't take long before a certain someone finds out that Shannon has been brought back injured. As soon as the news starts to filter through the highly selective grapevine, the exclusion zone around Bean that tends to appear whenever he's among other students gets just that bit wider. Surprisingly though, he wasn't the first to visit.

    In fact, he seems to be taking his time.

    At length, certainly much later than his habitual appearances after these calamities, Bean appears and enters after just a perfunctory knock. A quick glance over to Shannon, a nod to Sam, and the teenager enters with a confident stride.

    Kneels by the foot of the bed and reaches into his pocket. He peels the sticking tape from the back of the magnet affixed on two ends of a curved piece of metal, and attaches it to the foot rail.

    "S. Lance. 'Angel on the Mend'. Reserved"

    She'd been warned...

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon can't move to see what Bean is doing, but by the activity at the foot of the bed, she can take a pretty good guess as to what is happening. "Oh good god, that was always just a joke!" It's enough to set her into fits of laughter, which very quickly turns into coughing. A fast healer she might be, but her ribs were definitely not quite there yet. "Du schlauer Hurensohn!" But her tone is light and teasing, no malice in the least despite the words.

     To Sam, she smiles, squeezing his hand. "Thanks, big brother. I can't stand any more jello. Save me!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over to Samuel, and says "She seems to be on the mend but I think she will be in here for a couple days before cleared to go out and get herself back in here again

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Fraulein, bitte..." Bean shoots back with a half-smile, pulling over a rolling stool so he can perch nearby. He looks between his two team mates, trying to frame his response. "Do I want to know what happened? Are eyebrows in peril?" Which is the first hint he has ever dropped that he /might/ have had something to do with those three thugs ending up with less hair and somewhat less working digits than when they attacked his friend.

    "Or, more accurately, is this something I'm going to have to teach in the DR?"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:

The mission had been over for hours and Gwendolyn still hadn't made it downstairs to visit Shannon. there were after-action reports, explanations about what happened, why things were done, why anything was done. it was programmed into a danger room setting to be practiced later and only then was she able to hose herself off, put on some fresh clothes, and head downstairs. The first sign of a new visitor is the bobbing of balloons coming down the hall and, soon after, a familiar-looking face peers into the room. "Is she awake? I brought biscuits, fresh from the oven. And jello."

Nightingale has posed:
     "I think it's something you'll be teaching in the DR. More specifically, about handling explosives. Long story short, one of Stark's ships was being hijacked, and Gwen, Illy, and I spotted it on a routine patrol. Ship saved, crew saved, cargo saved. I had a few bruises and cuts from healing the crew, and those weren't too bad. It's when I had to drop some explosives in the water, got knocked back by the blast, and landed badly on the deck that I wound up in here." There's a half-smile right back at Bean, though right at the moment she's not too terribly inclined to turn her head.

     To Sam, she smiles a little bit. "Hey now, it's been months since I was in here last. Give me -some- credit there! I've been trying to stay out!"

     Gwen's entrance is initially greeted with a smile, and a little bit of a wave. However, there is one word mentioned that wiped the smile from her face, and made her look as if she was eating a whole lemon, pith and all. "Thank you so much for the biscuits! I'll share the Jello with Bean and Sam, though!"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks over and nods to Gwen "Hey there." He tells her, and says "A bit of how much of a force push different sizes of explosives have. I have pointed out she missed the best solution, but it was not one she was used to.

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    You don't need to be a psychic to understand that sudden change of expression. When you've worked with someone long enough, a mere nod, a turn of phrase, a simple look can be enough to convey full understanding. Bean isn't the most understanding of social cues, but this... yeah, this he understands.

    His look is mock stern, head tilted back so he has to look down, in archetypical teutonian fashion. "Playing with explosives... Hmpf. You should know better than that." A nod, a decisive nod. "Just for that, I'm stealing all your jello."

    The look is gone a moment later, replaced by one of mild surprise that is suppressed within yet another moment, when Sam basically agrees on Bean teach another DR class. "Basic yields, blast radius and behavior in different transmission media, very well."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
Where Gwendolyn managed to find a balloon that said 'Sorry you got exploded' and another that says 'Winner - Bug Impact Imitation Contest' probably needs to be explored, but examination shows that it's a plain Mylar balloon that's been doctored with Sharpie. The basket of biscuits is placed nearby and fills the room with wonderful smellsand the bowl of jello is passed wordlessly to Bean before she ties the balloons to the foot of the bed and finds a seat. "So.". she looks to the gathered crowd and then to Shannon. "How long are you going to be laid up? Do I need to drag the nintendo down here so you don't go mad?".

Nightingale has posed:
     A look of gratitude is flashed to Bean, and she reaches over to gingerly pat his hand. "Danke." Perhaps one of the best words in any language--especially when one is taking on so foul a thing as Jello! She does look mildly surprised as she hears Bean and Sam, and that there will be another DR class in the offing. "I'm willing to be the pilot student for the class, and if it works out, we can teach it to the New Mutants in general. Speaking of... Sam, wasn't there something you wanted to talk to Gwen about?"

     Peering over at Gwen as best she can, moving her head as little as possible, she thinks out her reply. "At least three days, possibly four. Though if I can find some light sources of protein and calcium, that might help things a bit. But... yeah, at least maybe my books and class assignments, so I don't fall behind, and my laptop things?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie will move from holding Shannon's hand so the other girl can get close to her, and says "Well, yes but Ah am not sure if Gwen wishes to speak of it. You have been on a couple outings with those who try to make a difference, what do you think of it Gwen?

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    An almost imperceptible nod to Shannon from Bean as he takes the jello, plunges in a spoon and eats with intent. There is more than one way to take one for the team, although some are admittedly much easier than others. Unfortunately he can't help with the assignments, not sharing any classes with... well, anyone. "Just so we're clear though, I'm not a qualified explosives expert. All my advice will be merely practical."

    Three days... he mentally clears some of his current projects to fit in the time. And the same sense that made him confiscate the jello now gets him to shut up and listen, with yet another amused half smile.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Well, I mean....". Gwendolyn didn't expect to be put on the spot like this. she settled in the other side of Shannon's bed, making mental notes to get her laptop and charger, that little wireless mouse, and her assignments. This explains a lot, the teachers being so willing to accept injury as an explanation for tardy work. "Aside from Shannon getting injured, it was...cool. Nice to be helpful. I just know that I'm nowhere near ready for anything like what happened today. Illyana was crazy with her portals and black bolts. I just hit people with a chunk of steel and knocked them out.". she rubs her arm idly. "Did they catch the guy in the boat, by the way?"

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon moves her head very slightly to look over at Gwendolyn. "Remember when I was first helping clarify things about the New Mutants, after that whole misunderstanding about it? Remember how I was telling you what Sam told me? Sometimes, people are hurt in the field. Sometimes they come back with no injuries, and sometimes they don't come back. It's a reality we face out there." She smiles some, letting that sink in for a few moments before continuing.

     "But you're also finding out that yes, it's good to be helpful. It's a damn wonderful thing to be needed, and to be able to use your gifts to help others, even with the risk. And hey... I didn't think I was ready either, remember?"

     She grins a bit wider now, at Gwendolyn's assessment of her performance out there. "Aw, hell, it was bloody awesome to see you going all Captain America out there. Never seen him in action, but I could imagine you with a proper shield, pulling that kind of thing."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie looks to her, and says "As Ah said then the New Mutants aren't really sent out to play hero, but there are times when situations call for them to act as such. You said your not ready to be out there, are you ready to prepare to be out there? As for if they got the guy Ah have to talk to Illyana

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    The scrape of the spoon in the bowl is pretty hard to ignore. But Bean has been making a casualty out of that jello with extreme prejudice, and doesn't toss in his two cents until everyone has had a chance to say something. What words of wisdom does he have to impart?

    "Nobody is ever ready. You don't know until you've been in action. Now you have to decide for yourself, nobody else can do it for you."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Well....yeah. I mean...". Gwendolyn bobs her head in the affirmative. "Yes, I think I'd like to learn more. please put me on your mailing list." She's quiet for a second. "I was pretty scared out there. I mean...I saw the sailors and couldn't just not help them. If we hadn't stepped in, they'd be at the bottom of the ocean and Poseidon would have been *pissed.* I already know a queen of hell, so the last thing I want to do is get on the bad side of a god."

Nightingale has posed:
     "Wouldn't want to piss him off, but he's really not so bad as all that, Gwen. When I'm out of here, I should probably let him know what happened. He's... turned a bit protective of me. If you'd like, I'd be willing to introduce the two of you." She smiles over at Bean briefly as well. "And you as well. Sometimes, I think it gets a little bit lonely for him."

     Regarding fear, she looks back over at Gwen, sounding a bit serious. "Yeah. It's hella scary out there. And no, we're not always out there to be heroes. But as you saw today it can and does happen. If it helps any... I get scared too. It just tends to hit me -after- the fact, that's all."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "I think he maybe a bit more ok with ships below the waves than above them, but that is up for grabs. Your interested in training. you will get issued a uniform, and we will take base lines on your powers and fighting abilities to see where we need to work with you to improve."

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "Introducing me to gods now, is it?" Bean looks over to Shannon with a raised eyebrow, giving a quick wink. "Just for that, you're getting a batch of angel cookies." Which is, quite literally, the only thing Bean can cook... if the definition of cook is stretched to its utmost limits. "If Poseidon wants to talk to me, I'm not going to say no."

    The rest of his attention is for Gwendolyn, putting down the bowl so he can cross his arms. "I'm really looking forward to reading the AAR on this one."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Hey, you already met Captain America, Bean. That's close, ain't it?". A bit of playful teasing coming from Gwendolyn there, and it's all in good-natured fun. She's comfortable here, strangely enough, with the oddballs and weirdos that make up her chosen friend group. could be much, much worse.

She turns to Sam when he goes on about baselines and issuing a uniform. "Almost like a sports team, except the balls are a lot more painful and getting scored on could mean a plane crash. Sure, okay.". She nods in agreement.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smirks and says "We have a sports team too, but it is usually more team leaders picking back and forth. The different versions of the team have seen everything from aliens to gods, and beyond. It can be a very hectic and at times scary thing but it can also be one of the most rewarding as your helping people

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon laughs a little bit, though it hurts and turns into a cough. "Ha. If he ever heard you calling him a god, I'd be willing to bet he'd say something like that he's just a boy from Brooklyn. He's just as human as we are. Puts his pants on one leg at a time, same as we do." She smiles, listening to the others talking, reaching over for one of those heavenly-smelling biscuits, to nibble on it slowly. For a moment, it looks as if she's gone to heaven, sighing quite happily. "Holy hell's bells, these are -good-! Thank you!"

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "He's..." Bean begins, but Shannon gets there before he does. All he then does is nod, point and nod again. "That. Absolutely not a god." Nope. Not one bit...

    "Thor on the other hand..."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"You know what I meant, Sam." Gwendolyn says with a smirk, leaning across the bed to playfully smack the guy on the shoulder, being careful to not squash Shannon at all when she does. Sitting back in the seat she claimed, she turns to rest her elbows on the railing of the bed, looking at the two members of the New Mutants. "So I'd be like...a Pokemon." She delves back into olden times with kids games that probably are still played somewhere. "There's a problem and you need an insect-type that has high strength, you pull me out of class. You also train me. Teach me the moves so I can work with the other New Mutants as a team....and we fight crime? Or something like that?" SHe's halfway kidding on that and halfway entirely 100% telling the truth.

Shannon enjoying the biscuits brings a smile. "I'll get Jamie to crack one of the jars of honey he got from the hives out back. That stuff is pretty good on warm biscuits, and if you have something that you really, really have a craving for over the next few days, if I can cook it, I'll get it down to you."

"I know, Bean. I know. I'm only kidding with that." She's never met Thor. With this group, she might.

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Well yes and no, more likely if your around and you have proven your going to listen and work well with the group you will be asked to join. Sometimes it is just need as many hands on deck, often the case in rescue missions. One of the important things is, in the field you have to listen to orders from your leaders. He looks to the other two for a moment."

Nightingale has posed:
     Shannon actually winces a little bit at that. "Hey now," she mutters. "I obeyed the orders as best I could and -still- got chewed out by Bobby that time. But, that was also the day you asked me to join." A mixed bag, that, and one she hasn't quite forgotten the sting of. Probably wouldn't for quite a while.

     To Gwen, she just smiles a bit. "I wasn't kidding about who drops by here sometimes before, was I? Thor's been here once or twice, and that... was very recently." She does, however, neglect to say just -why- there was a visit from the Asgardian, but pushes right along. "And as for cookery, well... light proteins would be perfect. Calcium. Those will speed the healing of the types of injuries I have. And honey... oh gawd, honey would be -divine-!"

     Bean just gets a knowing grin, and she nods. Disobey orders? Never!

Samuel Morgan has posed:
    "The chain of command is important and immutable." Bean manages to say without a trace of a smile, or the ground opening up underneath him. But in all fairness, he always listens to any orders given to him. He always knows exactly what he's been asked to do. He listens. Attentively.

    But now the teenager stands and, stretching out for just a moment, gives a nod to the others in turn. "If you will excuse me, there are a few projects I still have to complete before tomorrow." But before he goes, he gives another fond smile and a wink to Shannon.

    But the magnetic tag that he added to the bed? That stays.

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
     Bean gets a wave as he vanishes up the stairs. Despite everything that goes on, there's wisdom to be found in the strangest of places, and one of them is the ex-child soldier assassin whatever thing that Bean is. Gwendolyn looks over at Sam for a second. "So this isn't an invitation to join the team, but more of a 'farm team' sort of thing. Learn how things work, put in your reps and then, if things go pear shaped and I'm available, I might get asked to join." She thinks for a second, then nods. "Seems perfectly reasonable." Brown eyes flick up to Sam then. "When do you want to start? I would say now, but I'm kind of wired from hitting people with doors."

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie smiles and says "Well a bit of both, often when things go around here it is a mix of teams. We will start your base lines for the new training later this week. Get you ready for working as a team.

Nightingale has posed:
Shannon smiles a little at Gwen and Sam both. "Normally I'd be down there helping out, with my gifts. This time, I may not be discharged in time. But I'd love it if you came back and told me all about it, if I can't go? And when I -am- discharged, I'll want a bit of exercise to recover from laying about, ya know?"

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"Hey, worse comes to worse, I'll truck you down there in a wheelchair so you can see what's going on. And if you can't? I'll be right here once it's over, telling you the ups and downs and how much work I need to get to halfway competent." Gwendolyn glances over to Samuel, her hair falling over her visor for a second. "I'm really curious to see what Samuel is going to do to test me. He already had me punch a robot or two...which I broke. The only thing I do know is that I can hit pretty hard. Something to keep bullets from getting into the softer pats would be most welcomed." Gwendolyn rolls her shoulders sheepishly, reaching over to hesitantly pat Shannon's leg over the blanket. "You feel better, okay. Get some rest. Imma head out, okay?"

Cannonball has posed:
Samuel Guthrie says, "Well the uniforms have minor armor but at the most realy probably only totaly stop a 22, but I will be working on a plan. I think we need to let the patient get some rest now."

Nightingale has posed:
     Indeed, the patient in question is already starting to nod off, reaching out for and gently squeezing both Sam's and Gwen's hands in turn. "Will do. And you can always ask Sam to run DR sessions with you if you're not sure about your performance on something. He's pretty chill about that. Warren might be willing, too." With a sleepy smile, she murmurs, "Love all you guys, you are the best friends and family a girl could ever want."

Dragonfly (Armenteros) has posed:
"You think Cap'll let me borrow his shield for a while?" Gwendolyn asks from the door, giving Shannon a wave before heading upstairs. When Shannon wakes, her laptop and stuff will be there and, every day after class, Gwen'll be there with her homework. Thankfully it's not too hard to find out schedules.