Well, quieter than where they were a couple of minutes ago. The docs have taken to setting up a makeshift waiting room in there, to check for injuries and decontamination needs before they send them belowdecks.
And Voodoo's thirsty.
He pushed it to the back of his mind back there, but now that he's out of danger, he notices for the first time that his mouth is really, really dry.
He takes a canteen off his belt, shaking it to check if it's full. It is. He unscrews the top, lifts it -
- and then stops.
After a while, he turns to Gordon, in the seat next to him.
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Well, quieter than where they were a couple of minutes ago. The docs have taken to setting up a makeshift waiting room in there, to check for injuries and decontamination needs before they send them belowdecks.
And Voodoo's thirsty.
He pushed it to the back of his mind back there, but now that he's out of danger, he notices for the first time that his mouth is really, really dry.
He takes a canteen off his belt, shaking it to check if it's full. It is. He unscrews the top, lifts it -
- and then stops.
After a while, he turns to Gordon, in the seat next to him.
"Not bad, Freeman."
He offers up the canteen.
"Not bad at all."