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[marineris]

"This is Bobbie Draper. I'll get back to you."

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[donkeyballs]

Yeah.

Just now, I ain't normal, either.

[ The trembling is slowly receding, and he swallows, looking down at their hands. ]

Makin' it real hard to feel real at all. Like some - damn science fiction story--

[marineris]

That's how we felt about the protomolecule, isn't it?

[At least, that's how she felt.]

But you're real. You're okay. Something just... brought you back.

[donkeyballs]

Yeah. I just hope this ain't- this ain't some protoshit-- [ He cut off, letting out a hard breath. ]

Brought me back.

[ He looked like he was going to be sick again, but instead he just took his hands back from hers, folding them across his chest. ]

We just gotta find a way to get the hell outta here, and hope that leavin' doesn't undo whatever the hell it is that's keepin' me alive.

[marineris]

[Bobbie's been trying to stay relatively calm, but that possibility is too much for her, and she scrubs her hands over her face, trying to wrestle her emotions under control again.]

We don't know if anything is still keeping you alive. It could have been one and done.

[It's fine. It has to be fine.]

[donkeyballs]

[ Watching Bobbie scrub at her face is enough to drag him out of his own self pity, suddenly worried more about her than he is about himself. If he's a dead man walking, that's what he is. But he can't drag the crew down with him. So he sucks in a breath, straightens out. ]

Yeah. It ain't worth theorizin' over. Just - thought you should see it.

We'll just make sure no one gets caught alone, like that. We'll be alrigh'.