"I don't believe you." it is out before she has time to bring it in. Joan stands up quickly, eyes casting around the room in a quick scan.
"I want all of it. Standard procedure." she says, keeping her voice stone. It wasn't meant to be cruel, quite the opposite. It was meant to spare him whatever array of emotions she was having trouble sorting out right now. He didn't need that, as much as Joan wanted to slap him upside the head and demand just what the fuck he had been thinking...she knew. Some part of her still understood this job and understood this, even if she didn't fully understand the why.
"Is it still in the bin?" Okay. Maybe she believed him slightly, but Joan was on a mission and that mission was to get it out of this room if it still existed in it. Every last bit of it. The drugs. The syringes. The tourniquet. All of it.
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Date: 2012-12-07 07:09 pm (UTC)"I want all of it. Standard procedure." she says, keeping her voice stone. It wasn't meant to be cruel, quite the opposite. It was meant to spare him whatever array of emotions she was having trouble sorting out right now. He didn't need that, as much as Joan wanted to slap him upside the head and demand just what the fuck he had been thinking...she knew. Some part of her still understood this job and understood this, even if she didn't fully understand the why.
"Is it still in the bin?"
Okay. Maybe she believed him slightly, but Joan was on a mission and that mission was to get it out of this room if it still existed in it. Every last bit of it. The drugs. The syringes. The tourniquet. All of it.