[Surprise, he used to be able to do that before the Apocalypse happened and Stole His Smile. But he is aware of having been a grumpire and a half - though the why of it is a little confusing, in some part of his mind that is still working through a heap of cognitive dissonance - so the note of confusion in her answering laugh doesn't come as a mystery.]
I did just wrangle a bit of immortality back. It doesn't feel half bad. [He knows his own actions likely had nothing to do with it, but he can at least feel lucky.]
You may have to explain the finer points of bandit classification. But back already, I see... I wonder if Steve's ears are smoking with frustration yet? But I didn't think you have. [He adds it with all due speed. And it's the truth - come to think of it, he's pretty sure Jack would've told her himself.] I'm sure I can get the full story out of any member of the good captain's little squad.
I'm pretty sure the muffled noises I hear right now are Steve screaming into a pillow somewhere. It'd be funny, if not for - you know. Murder... things.
[ Mentioning that Jack stumbled across their group last night - and that he's forgotten her - can wait until later, can't it? It isn't important right now. Just complicated, like pretty much everything between her and Jack.
Hurgh. ]
Um, where are you, by the by? We're within a day of the western funeral home, if that's where you are. Well - erm - if you want company, anyway.
It's still a little funny, I'm afraid. [In a laugh or you'll cry kind of way, not that he's inclined to crying. But he may be feeling a little vindictive on the matter of Steve and Handsome Jack ever since the upright Captain America refused to just kill the man and get it over with. Not that killing would've helped, as it turns out. They're all very uncreative when it comes to permanently taking someone out of commission. Just ask any vampire over twenty how to...
No. Not his business, and definitely not while talking to Angel.]
Are you? [It's a pleasant surprise to him, by the sound of it. He doesn't even stop to consider.] I could meet you this evening. The house south of the clinic? I'd be interested in meeting this Fiona. And - possibly we should compare notes.
[You know. About his seeing her before dying. And all that.]
Awesome! About time we had some good luck around here, geez.
[ Because them being in roughly the same spot is absolutely good luck. POSSIBLY THE BEST.
Even though the thought of comparing notes is a little scary, assuming he's talking about Weird Bloody Wings Angel NIMA Thing. Because holy fucking shit is she still not over that. At all. ]
You're - going to be alright getting to us? I mean, I'm assuming you haven't been blinded or - Iunno. Immobilised by the revival process.
I'll- [He coughs a little again, but as before it's a quick thing.] I'll be fine. The weather doesn't agree with your assessment of our good luck, but otherwise...
[A thoughtful pause, because now that she mentions it...] I feel... a little off, but nothing acute. It's almost odd. We've yet to see a revival that wasn't accompanied by some temporary loss, have we? Maybe it decided that not being able to heal me completely was enough to a slap on the wrist...
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I did just wrangle a bit of immortality back. It doesn't feel half bad. [He knows his own actions likely had nothing to do with it, but he can at least feel lucky.]
You may have to explain the finer points of bandit classification. But back already, I see... I wonder if Steve's ears are smoking with frustration yet? But I didn't think you have. [He adds it with all due speed. And it's the truth - come to think of it, he's pretty sure Jack would've told her himself.] I'm sure I can get the full story out of any member of the good captain's little squad.
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[ Mentioning that Jack stumbled across their group last night - and that he's forgotten her - can wait until later, can't it? It isn't important right now. Just complicated, like pretty much everything between her and Jack.
Hurgh. ]
Um, where are you, by the by? We're within a day of the western funeral home, if that's where you are. Well - erm - if you want company, anyway.
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No. Not his business, and definitely not while talking to Angel.]
Are you? [It's a pleasant surprise to him, by the sound of it. He doesn't even stop to consider.] I could meet you this evening. The house south of the clinic? I'd be interested in meeting this Fiona. And - possibly we should compare notes.
[You know. About his seeing her before dying. And all that.]
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[ Because them being in roughly the same spot is absolutely good luck. POSSIBLY THE BEST.
Even though the thought of comparing notes is a little scary, assuming he's talking about Weird Bloody Wings Angel NIMA Thing. Because holy fucking shit is she still not over that. At all. ]
You're - going to be alright getting to us? I mean, I'm assuming you haven't been blinded or - Iunno. Immobilised by the revival process.
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[A thoughtful pause, because now that she mentions it...] I feel... a little off, but nothing acute. It's almost odd. We've yet to see a revival that wasn't accompanied by some temporary loss, have we? Maybe it decided that not being able to heal me completely was enough to a slap on the wrist...