Well. Yes. I had to tell Steve something -- he walks in and sees your bloody helmet plastered all over my quarters.

[ she goes in for the kill -- waiting for the kettle to boil. it was all coming to this, wasn't it? she shifts awkwardly where she stands and wonders whether she can make this all about them and not at all about her. ]

I'm pleased with the lack of bruising 'round your eye, by the way.