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Who: Nami, Max Rockatansky, whoever answers
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Some frozen lake somewhere HOORAY
When: 8 January

[So Nami will address the network without fanfare. She sounds cold. Not in a help I'm freezing to death kind of way but I gave some idiot my coat kind of way:]

Hey, so I could use a h-hand. Northwest from the town about thirty minutes out, there's a frozen over l-lake. Mostly. I just fished one of ours out of it and if he doesn't get warm he's gonna freeze to death. Blankets or warm clothes for a... medium build guy broad shoulders. A pickup would be even better. [She pauses, glancing back over her shoulder as 'some idiot' - a wet angry cat of a man - starts sneezing violently.]

...a doctor's help would be ideal.

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[Good call, Nami. He doesn't seem all that eager to talk much about himself. He's still mostly in the nude save for his underwear (aren't we glad he's wearing some for this). He takes off the jacket, though, folding it with uncoordinated fingers and looking to Nami. Allen may see, if he's near Max's back, the skull-and-fire brand on the back of his neck, and the tattoo written oddly across his spine, upside down.]

T-this is yours.

[He doesn't want to owe you anymore than he does; he feels absent-minded, tired. He'll probably forget to give it back. He'll take the drink then, though, sipping very mildly. God, his arms hurt. His legs - his knee - it all hurts. Like he's been in a horrible fistfight.]

[Oooor don't answer him. Sure. Okay, whatever sir.]

[It's only on his way back from grabbing more blankets does he catch a glimpse of the brand and tattoo on Max's back. They're strange enough to give him pause, making him tilt his head in an attempt to make out some of the words...]

["Keep Muzzled...."]

[...]

[Allen's seen a lot of sights in his years, experienced a lot of things. While he didn't recognize the brand itself, he can get a damn good idea of what it means. It's enough that he can feel the shards of his old anger twist inside him painfully. But he doesn't let himself voice anything about it. Instead he swallows those shards and walks back to drape blankets on both of them]

Very well. Do either of you remember how you ended up in the water? Were you pushed or...?

[Allen's making it sound like something more serious or sinister happened, and Nami shakes her head, more violently than she intends to. It's the cold.]

I didn't fall in at all. The only water I got on me was fishing him out. For-- [She nearly calls him Max, keeps it to herself--] For this guy, he was just out hunting and he's never been in a snowy climate before. The ice took h-him by surprise.

I was just lucky to be nearby. [Max could tell him all this, but he's more than likely not going to given the non-answer about his knee, and it could be important to know. At the least, she wants to make clear there was nobody else involved. This was just plain bad luck, a novice out on the ice.

The coat she takes, draping it right over the top of the blanket she has wound around her. Like hell is she removing that now.]

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[Max simply nods after Nami's words, not looking at either of them.

It sure the hell did take him by surprise, that's going without saying. He's not about to wax poetic about how inexperienced and stupid the whole thing had been for him. He will say that he really wants to go get even with that weird arctic beast that started the mess. That royal bastard.]

Mhmm.

[He is sorry for that, Nami, btw. Not sure if it's even obvious but he is. Promise.]

[Sorry guys, it's not that you are particularly suspicious. It's just more...well, the last place he worked, the most common cause of injury was attempted murder. It's a thing, ok]

I see...

[The story was very understandable, and he gives a nod before he pulls away.]

Well, the important thing is that you warm up. I'm going to take you back to your ship, and once you're there, make sure to get some dry clothes on you and do your best to warm up.

Though, I do recommend you get that leg looked at.

[Max was a grown man, so he can't force him to get his leg checked out. Still, he can encourage him at the very least]

[Now that warmth is beginning to seep into her bones, Nami just gives a sigh as Allen talks, settling into the seat. She's fine now. Max might end up with a chill, but in this place he'll probably be looked after.

Whether he likes it or not. Heh.]

Thanks for the pickup, Allen. Probably that makes today just a small hiccup.

[Then she darts a pointed look at Max. Thank the nice man or she might consider kicking you.]

[Max didn't even thank you, Nami, you expect him to say it to anyone? :|

Don't look at me like that, you know it won't work. :|

But he does give a slight nod to Allen. An agreement with Nami. No words to it, but it's one of some level of gratitude. That's usually how Max is measured — by the actions, less by the words.]

[He just gives a small shrug in return as he pulls away]

Don't worry about it. It's part of my job.

[You know, making sure people don't die and all that, but he'll be heading to the pilot seat so they can get on out of there!]

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