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The Roof// Friday Evening

Seras had, once again, spent the day in her room. However, rather then shivering under the covers, she'd merely been curled up in bed reading some of her favourite adventure novels.

Now, with her head full of deeds of daring do done by people more noble and lucky than they had any right to be, Seras climbed up onto the roof for some fresh air.

Growing up in either the city or in institutions who had a definite 'inside before dark' policy, Seras had yet to grow tired of gazing up at the stars.

She found a cozy place, took out a scarf she'd been knitting, and settled in to enjoy the show.

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"No, but he seems to know Walter."

"Does Walter know him?"

Nadia shook her head.

Seras sighed and looked put out.

"Oh, bloody hell. Not more of this possible future alternate reality bollocks. I've about had my fill of it."

Irritated, she stabbed her knitting needle into the roof's surface.

Nadia raised her eyebrows at that, but just shrugged. "Yeah. Me too."

Seras looked down at her knitting needle and did her best to dust off the tip.

"Sorry...I just. I try not to think about it, but it's always there in the back of my mind."

She sighed and wondered how effective a knitting stick would be.

"I know what you mean. You know, you should really take up beating up practice dummies. It makes you feel a lot better."

"I had started lessons with Pip. Mostly, he was just showing me how to kick things. But, he said he'd ask a friend of his about how to deal with my arm. Strengthen it and what not."

"What's wrong with your arm?"

Seras considered for a moment then shrugged. Walter knew. And, Pip knew. And, Nadia was certainly as good a friend as those two were.

"I was hurt quite badly when I was young. Shot," she said, pointing to the place just under her left shoulder, "I worked hard to be able to use the arm again. But, it's just not as strong. And, my fingers don't bend as well," she added, demonstrating.

Nadia nodded. "That sucks, but it's definitely workable."

Seras nodded.

"That's why I took up things like knitting, actually. Practises dexterity."

"That's a good idea. Have you tried asking at the clinic if there's anything they can suggest?"

"No."

Seras looked a bit sheepish.

"To be honest, I'm really not that fond of doctors or clinics or hospitals..."

"Okay, I get that."

"Yeah?"

"Doctors. Needles." Nadia shuddered.

Seras winced in sympathy.

"It's the waking up I hate," she said, "Everything's fuzzy and you don't know anything except how much pain you're in."

"And that you have to get out,"

Seras nodded.

"I remember...I woke up, and I had all these tubes around me or stuck in me or...whatever. And, everything was such a blurr and I was still dopey from the anasthetics and...well, I thought I was trapped in a spider's web or someting. So, I tried to get out and get away. But, of course, I couldn't move, and..."

Seras closed her eyes.

"Yeah."

Nadia's memories . . . were less waking up. More not sleeping, seeing things that she knew couldn't be real, wishing she could wake up and being foggy all the time. . . .

And that damned Asian doctor. With his needles.

That was a long time ago, though.

"We should talk about something else."

Seras pondered but was at a loss for a new topic of conversation.

So, she settled for making her buck-toothed fish face.*

*Image is far sillier than than pictured in icon

Nadia laughed.

Fish Face: 1

Emo: 0

Seras settled back and listened to the rain patter on the roof.

"I like days like this. They make me feel lucky."

"Yeah?"

[ooc: of to bed. SP through to tomorrow?]

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