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[darwinatrix]

This is Armstrong. Go ahead.

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[darwinatrix]

[Olivier's arm hits the desk, and she scowls silently in pain, but she doesn't drop her sword. Nor does she attack further.

After a moment, she pulls the sword back, turning to hang it up on the wall.] Your reflexes are fine. Instincts adequate.

You shouldn't have stayed in when I used the dagger. I pulled the blow. If I'd wanted, it could've gone straight for your heart.

[protects_the_small]

[Wincing, Kel backs away from the desk, pulling her spare handkerchiefs out of a pocket, and wadding them into a bandage]

As you say, sir.

[She gives no reasons, reasons are excuses]

[darwinatrix]

Still, you're not hopeless. [She says, taking out her own handkerchief and wiping her dagger clean before resheathing it. When it seems that Kel is just going to bandage the wound, she frowns.] Out of the office, down the hall, closet on the left. Medical supply room. For gods' sake, disinfect it before you bandage.

[protects_the_small]

[Kel bows slightly, hand still pushing the cloth against her side. It may be a shallow cut, but no sarden way is she bleeding all over the floor.

Considering herself dismissed, she turns and walks out the door.

....Well, that probably wasn't the strangest encounter she's ever had]