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[yardbird]

[In spite of his reluctance to say anything after a particularly stabby incident, Murphy has other concerns that more or less supersedes his own well-being at the moment:]

"Wasn't gonna say anything 'bout this -- especially not on here, but... I feel like it needs to be brought up again in case if it wasn't already obvious.

"I think it goes without sayin' that this isn't some kinda five-night Space Academy. You just... You ever know what you might run into, whether you're doin' your job or just grabbing something from the kitchen, or somethin' else goes down... Not tryin' to scare anybody with this, I'm just gonna put that out there.

"Nng... I'm not... one for fancy speeches, but I just wanted to say, uh... it's a big ship we live on. Shit can happen. A lot of us have been on board for awhile, and... yeah, I'm no head doctor, but I do know that the conditions we're stuck in can do a lot to a person's mental health."

[None of this is news to Murphy, and it feels like he's wasting his breath on it now. He sighs. Though he's kept the audio on for a reason, he makes a pained grunt, trying to compose himself before he continues:]

"Guess what I'm tryin' to say is... exercise some caution while you're here. Otherwise, you're probably gonna learn it the hard way." [Much like yours truly here.]

Comments

[handelaar]

Uh-huh.

[Still... looking Murphy over. Blatantly, even, like that might get him an answer in words.]

But ya don't know where she's at.

[yardbird]

I dunno... Someone else was takin' care of her, but, uh... obviously I had other concerns.

[Like trying not to bleed all over the place.]

[handelaar]

Who was she.

[If you're not gonna take care of it, Murp, he will.]

[yardbird]

Didn't catch a name. Just some girl.

[Not sure if he'll find out or not. He was pretty out of it afterwards. Shock or something, and all.]

[handelaar]

[A

GODDAMN

LOOK.]

[yardbird]

[GODDAMNED PEEVED-]

Look, I was stabbed, alright? Sorry for havin' my priorities elsewhere that I didn't have the chance to bother with fuckin' introductions.

[handelaar]

No you're not.

[Derpa derpa durr. He says that like he might fork over a business proposal.]

[yardbird]

[Business proposals = bad news bears. At least in Murphy's experience. He just overall doesn't like the tone.]

What's that supposed to mean?

[handelaar]

I don't think you'd tell me anyway.

[Shrug. It's true.]

[yardbird]

...Probably not.

[He's got trust issues, okay?]

[handelaar]

Hn.

[They all do, he expects it at this point. That taken care of, it's time to ask after Murphy himself though.]

You've been workin'.

[yardbird]

Well... yeah. I just spent an entire month on bed rest. Any more of that and I'm gonna go stir crazy -- then everybody loses.

[Because working with a recovering stab wound is so much better.]

[handelaar]

[Torn between happiness over productivity and worry about, you know, recovering stab wound.]

Shouldn't be doin' lifting... Howbout harvesting.

[yardbird]

Haven't been doin' a whole lot of lifting. I just drive the carts and that hasn't thrown me yet.

[Usually. But then there's the process of loading shit into the carts and then some.]

[handelaar]

A whole lot.

[Huffing and crossing his arms all over again, he sees that loophole.]

[yardbird]

I know my limits, alright?

[Spoilers: No he doesn't.]

[handelaar]

[Sigh. He pinches the bridge of his nose and decides to drop it. Sort of.]

Don't fuck yourself up more, then. I'll tell Wheatley t'shadow you if ya do.

[yardbird]

[Oh God not Wheatley NED ARE YOU INSANE?]

Relax, I'm not gonna fuck myself up more. Next time I'm stuck in bed again, it'll be too soon.