driftfleet | voice. MAN DOWN, MAN DOWN.

Who: Max (potentially featuring an injured and less-lucid Maggie) and you...!
Broadcast: Fleetwide | Voice
Action: N/A (Unless you're coming to pick up! We'll see based on threads. Or if you find him on the Starstruck after all this.)
When: Sometime now, whatevs. After this very intense encounter.

[Max has elected to put it to voice; easier to talk when one arm is currently giving blood, but not video to alarm anyone of this very scene. Maggie's lost a lot of blood, but Max is hoping to rectify that a little bit until they can get some help. Speaking of help — time to get some of that. His voice is gruff and calm, but there's an underlying urgency to his words.]

Need pick up, got someone down here on the ring who's hurt pretty bad. Her name's Maggie.

Don't know which ship she's from, but she's got a neck injury from a knife, near the back. Lost a lot of blood... Got it closed up and she's not critical. [Yet. He's pretty sure. She's drowsy as hell and she'll be weak for a while, but she should pull through.] Need a ship to pick us up, though. I can't move her like this on my own through the forest and she shouldn't go long without a real medical bay.

[A thoughtful pause.]

... I didn't do it, by the way.

[Look, he knows he's caused some shit before, but he has been so good. Seriously.

He'll do her a favor and try not to mention she did it to herself yet. He's not sure if he will or not... Honesty is more his policy on injuries. But...]

[Action | Starstruck, optionally]

[Eventually, he'll probably end up back on the Starstruck after getting her somewhere safe and clean and medically sound, sighing a big grumbly sigh and crawling off into the shuttle to sleep off his stress for the day. Y'all are monsters, making him care like a real person. Monsters. He'll have to check on her later, in secret, where she will never know. Perfect plan.

Don't mind if he has blood on him, he'll go to the bathroom to wash it off. He's gonna be a bit woozy on his feet for a few days.

Better than having his neck cut into, though.]

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[He huffs softly, shaking his head.]

Better to not get used to good food.

[She pauses again at that, looking thoughtful, then shakes her head, vehement.]

No, no way! I can't agree with that at all. Not being able to have good things all the time means you need to enjoy it more when you get the chance! Like giving yourself a little reward, when you work hard and don't get much for it. People can survive on plain rice every day, but you can feel extra-alive if you give it a little pinch of salt or soy sauce once in a while!

[And lo, a pair of pancakes drizzled with red fruit syrup is set in front of him, complete with a fork and a young girl's expectant stare. See!? Doesn't it look more appetizing than the plain, sloppy mix you were eating before?]

[......... Man, this crewmates are the weirdest, sometimes.

But at least they're endearing.]

Ahh, guess so.

[He's not gonna argue it, at least. He knows his world has a difficult sort of outlook, one most wouldn't even have to consider or worry about. Apocalyptic worlds where eating dog food out of cans is normal is very... abnormal.

He slowly picks up the fork, looking the stack over like he's able to visually test it for poison.

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... R'you gonna... stare the whole time...

No sir!

[Her response is immediate. She also is still staring. Not the whole time, Max, but if this is his first time eating pancakes in decades, she sure as shit is gonna make sure he likes what he's got!]

[.................................

He slowly... suspiciously... quietly... takes a bite....

And slowly... chews.....

............ Are you still staring at me...

Yup, you are.]

[And then — he hums, the slightest trace of enjoyment in his tone.

He seems... appeased! The shock and awe.]

It's really good.

[She claps her hands together, delighted at once, and turns to pour the batter down on the burner and make a few more.]

Ahh, good, I'm happy you like them! With what we have here, it's really hard to get them to fluff just right, but I've been practicing. It's not perfect, but I think they turn out okay!

Aah.

[A+ conversationalist.

But then he realizes that's probably not sufficient.]

... You did, umm. A good job.

[Congrats, Ochako, he's complimenting you. It's a rare treasure from this guy.]

... Always burned mine... Never was a good cook.

[Always drifting off, getting distracted, forgetting he was ever cooking.]

That's okay, some people are like that. You're good at other things, like punching people and hiding food.

[Those are useful heroic gifts, Max, be proud.]

If you ever want pancakes again, just say the word, okay? I don't mind cooking them!

... Alright.

[He won't ask. He's terrible at asking for anything at all. It's difficult.

But he'll at least say he will, for you.]

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[wait what]

Ahhh. Not sure if those are admirable skills.

Why not? They're plenty useful, and they've helped people before, haven't they? Like when I'm so hungry and I can't make it to the kitchen, there's always a ration pack tucked away somewhere!

Oh, and I know plenty of heroes who are good at punching.

Mmmm... well. I usually punch the wrong people.

[lmfao he'll just outright admit it because everyone knows him and his whacky tendency to punch people he shouldn't punch sorry]

... I'll try not to.

[But at least he does his best, dammit.]

[Pfft. Max, please.]

You could probably try a little harder.

.... [He grumbles, stabbing a pancake with a fork.] I'll try... a little harder.

[She giggles and tosses a couple more cakes on his plate.]

Maybe you could rely on other people a bit more to point you in the right direction?

Now you're asking for too much.

[He says, with an edge of humor, just the slightest. Squint and you'll miss it.

But he digs into that added stack regardless.]

Heehee... my bad.

[Whether she gets his meaning or not, she appreciates the sentiment. She'll keep feeding him pancakes until she runs out of batter, content with her success.]

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