There, for a brief instant, Joan sees something unpleasant in John's face. The sort of rage she's seen before in rogue operatives and traitors. It's gone before it can settle and Joan files it away for more consideration if she ever sees it again, but for now takes it simply under advisement.
"So have I, but that doesn't make them sting any less," she says as mildly as she can while trying to shake off the adrenaline rush of almost falling and the shooting, wrenching pains in her back and hips. They're not serious and will pass. It'll just take a few minutes. "I think I have a handkerchief. Hold on."
She digs in her bag as they step through the doors and finds a pale blue square with lace on the edges which she hands over to him.
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Date: 2012-01-15 10:41 am (UTC)"So have I, but that doesn't make them sting any less," she says as mildly as she can while trying to shake off the adrenaline rush of almost falling and the shooting, wrenching pains in her back and hips. They're not serious and will pass. It'll just take a few minutes. "I think I have a handkerchief. Hold on."
She digs in her bag as they step through the doors and finds a pale blue square with lace on the edges which she hands over to him.