day 4, post-execution

[injectors]

[Lara's foot is bye-bye, two ankle monitors are now in her possession, and there may or may not be the slightest bit of blood speckled all over Angel's body. The pain in her upper arm is a reminder of what happened this morning, but it all seems so far away after the trial and execution. A person she thought she could trust turned out to be staff, and — well. There's no use letting it get to her. She won't achieve anything like that.

So once she can't stand being in the Technological Lab with Lara and Luke's deaths weighting on her, she heads out for a break in hopes of soothing her nerves. It's during that time that she spots Jack, and despite something strange settling into her stomach? She approaches him.]

... Excuse me, Jack? [Gently, to get his attention. He seemed to be significantly upset during the trial, and she would rather not get him worked up again.] If you don't mind me asking, how are you feeling?

[She might as well ask, considering he almost started a fight with Rhys right in front of her.]

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i had to ruin your life elsewhere so now i'm here

[heroizes]

[ Jack is probably off to go sulk, though he's idly heading towards the gym first. He's got a lot of energy running through him at the moment, so he's just hoping to put it elsewhere. The trial was stressful, so... Not a bad way to work out that stress before they're all corralled into their stupid rooms, he figures.

He's deep in thought when Angel calls out to him, and he turns towards her. ]

Huh? I'm feeling fi—Woah.

[ Jack's gaze settles on the blood when he cuts off abruptly, since he hadn't expected that. He doesn't seem as concerned as he maybe should be, but that's more borderlands morals than anything else. Sometimes you just turn up with blood on you. It's cool. ]

I've gotta ask you the same question first. You, uh-- You get those monitors?