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[Taylor is currently haunting the medbay, circling the beds, checking for people as more injured filter in. The whole experience has her worn out and on edge, but something needs to be said. Even if it's shorter than usual.]

Exit point has been located. Those returning should report to medbay. Bites from rat creatures from new location require treatment. Confirm your return + safety as soon as possible. Lifts still malfunctioning. Continue using stairs.

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[She does open the box, eventually, because what the hell else is she going to do with it (and she's curious, she can't pretend she isn't, and Sirius always manages to draw that out of her). For a minute, though, she's more amazed at the box itself than what's inside it, the size difference between inside and outside. Maybe that'd be gift enough in itself - she definitely takes a moment staring at it, even lifting the box up to look underneath before catching herself and looking at him slightly guiltily instead. Magic. Like she was ever going to get actually used to that.]

It's a microscope, yeah. Scientists use them to look at really fucking tiny things, like blood and germs.

[Can she reach inside the box to take it out? Will it make her hand turn tiny? Maybe she should turn it upside down and tip the microscope out. Or just leave it inside.]

Yeah! Or you could just put whatever you like under there, and you could look at it really closely--anyway, it's just a sample of what was down there. They had all sorts of things--massive boxy compyters and carts with straps on them--disgusting, right--

[He's chattering on and on and he sort of knows it, but he also sort of doesn't care. It's just good to be back, talking to people at all, not lost somewhere forever and ever--never mind any lingering weird ill feelings, he'll get over those.]

Anyways! I dunno if any of it's useful, but you could definitely go back there and get more of it and haul it back. Er, well, someone could, or several someones.

[A beat.] Do you-- want to look at it?

[a.k.a. why is this present still in the box don't you like it]

Computers. [It's a distracted sort of correction, because she doesn't actually care if Sirius says it right or not, or that he maybe doesn't even know what a computer is. She's just responding to the amount of talking he's doing at her as best she can manage, because she's never really been the chatty type, but she likes Sirius and she tries to keep up.] We'll look at doing retrieval when everything's settled.

[When everyone's back and healed up, because passenger safety was the priority over salvage and retrieval, as far as she was concerned. But then she's looking back at the box, still confused about the whole thing.]

Can you take it out? [Was there a magic way to do it, maybe?] How?

Right, yeah. Computers. [He says it sort of dismissively, as if that's what he actually said, and she missed it.] Anyway, yeah, s' easy-- give it here--

[He doesn't take the box back with any particular care, and shoves his hand in it, feeling around till he's got hold of the microscope. That means he's nearly up to his elbow in it, like some weird illusion, but he tugs out the microscope a second later (clearly not an illusion), and holds both it and the box out to her.]

Here! You can keep both, if you like. I'll go get more when you decide to do the retrieval side of things, be happy to go.

[His eager smile is best compared to a dog with a waggy tail, waiting for someone to say well done. That's sort of the thing that she brings out in him, but he's also just genuinely pleased to give her something.]

[If the box itself with the microscope inside hadn't been enough to pull a shocked reaction out of her - and it had - seeing Sirius' arm disappear inside it definitely did. She really just stares, only reacting when he holds them out again, reaching up to take them a little slowly.]

Right.

[It's a delayed response, still staring down at the box in her hand, turning it over gingerly like all the space his arm had gone into might spring out at her if she looks at it wrong. She doesn't really think about what she might have agreed to, because if she was less distracted, he'd probably be getting told something a little sterner about the retrieval.

But she does, after a moment, have enough mind to look back up at him and his smile.]

Thank you.

[It's not well done, but it might as well be, the way Taylor talked.]

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