[ what the bloody hell is this? oh, certainly, it rubs peggy the wrong way. but when she can't clean up the message and when she can't seem to respond with anything ungarbled, she begins to wonder whether it isn't some prank.
or fdr asking her to dance, again.
the mystery doesn't get cleared up until a while later when max addresses the network -- and they're above ground, now, so she replies: ]
-- FDR. I'm sorry. I didn't realize...are you alright?
Five inch gash on shin, guessing a broken fibula. [That he's been walking on for two days.] Environmental poisoning. Dehydration. Sleep-deprivation. ...For both of us. And NotTuck is walking with even more of a limp than normal. Something's injured.
I observed he could go some time without a mask -- probably longer than you or I could, at any rate. But if he starts to look more sour than usual in the face? Trade off a bit. If you feel as though you can.
[ ... ] Check in once you're back aboard. [ that's an order. ]
We've been through that. [And he chuckles tiredly. Oh god, have they been through the sharing game. It's gotten them both ill. But at least...they're both alive?]
Sure thing, Boss. [He's not even being sarcastic. He's just tired enough to forget that that sharp order isn't coming from his own superior.]
[ -- there, the transmission ends. as though she couldn't bear to let herself be emotional under the circumstances. she's done that one too many times. but once he's back aboard, he's likely to have her calling at his door to check in on him. ]
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or fdr asking her to dance, again.
the mystery doesn't get cleared up until a while later when max addresses the network -- and they're above ground, now, so she replies: ]
-- FDR. I'm sorry. I didn't realize...are you alright?
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But he sighs.]
Five inch gash on shin, guessing a broken fibula. [That he's been walking on for two days.] Environmental poisoning. Dehydration. Sleep-deprivation. ...For both of us. And NotTuck is walking with even more of a limp than normal. Something's injured.
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Have you got masks? [ ...and then she considers the intel about max's limp. ] Has his brace been compromised?
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...Yeah, and the pain is getting to him too. But, someone's coming. We'll be fine, Peggy. Bumps and scratches for guys like us.
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[ ... ] Check in once you're back aboard. [ that's an order. ]
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Sure thing, Boss. [He's not even being sarcastic. He's just tired enough to forget that that sharp order isn't coming from his own superior.]
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[ -- there, the transmission ends. as though she couldn't bear to let herself be emotional under the circumstances. she's done that one too many times. but once he's back aboard, he's likely to have her calling at his door to check in on him. ]