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[chromosomes]

[ John's dressed down for once, shirt missing and all. The Grim Reaper tattoo on his inner arm is visible, scythe and all, where most people's nanites are -- his are visible on the other arm. One hand is beneath his head and the other is holding the camera at a bit of an odd angle; he's laying down, apparently in bed. Despite that, he doesn't look like he's gotten a lot of sleep. ]

So. [ He starts, stops; clears his throat to make himself sound a little more awake. ] This place is hell, but we manage to relax sometimes. How do you all do it? [ There's a pause, considering, and he adds: ] Other than getting drunk.

[ That's not going to help him, considering he can't anymore. At the end of the day, what John needs is for nightmares of dead teammates and monsters in the dark to stop haunting him, of the dead on the ship that he could have (should have) been able to help. But for now... he'll take what he can get. Not that he necessarily wants everyone knowing he can't relax. ]

Call me curious, I guess. I would've bet on more nervous breakdowns.

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[handelaar]

[A smoky sigh as he nods.]

There's a lot he needs t'know. Just in case. Survival shit, reading, fighting. Prob'ly the most important right now.

[chromosomes]

I can try to teach him. Not sure how good at it I'll be, but he listens better than most new recruits I've dealt with.

[ And he wants Takeshi to stay safe. ]

[handelaar]

[So does he. And with that he's rubbing the back of his neck, awkward and resigned all at once.]

Teach him - which.

[The voice of a guy who has mused over a plan and potential prospects for a long while now.]

[chromosomes]

Survival shit and fighting. Not sure I'd be great at teaching the others.

[ But he's helped out rookies before. ]

[handelaar]

Yeah.

[Breath out, and his hand drops out of the screen.]

Should do that.