[ nadia has also inhaled the truth gas, although she doesn't really make much note of it -- she's breathed enough noxious fumes in her day, and as far as she can tell, this one doesn't have any particularly bad effects. escaping what might have been purgatory, but then again, maybe not, only to arrive in some bizarre alt-mars is stressing nadia out though, and she's coping the only way available to her right now: leaning up against the wall at the end of the hallway, smoking.
she's lost in thought, wondering where alan's gone, if she's dead or alive, when the man's coughing fit snaps her to attention. yikes, that sounds nasty. ]
Hey, man. You good?
[ she starts walking towards him, slightly concerned. ordinarily, she wouldn't care -- someone else's health is their own business -- but this could be another messed-up cosmic test of her own morality or whatever, and nadia isn't about to screw this one up, too. ]
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she's lost in thought, wondering where alan's gone, if she's dead or alive, when the man's coughing fit snaps her to attention. yikes, that sounds nasty. ]
Hey, man. You good?
[ she starts walking towards him, slightly concerned. ordinarily, she wouldn't care -- someone else's health is their own business -- but this could be another messed-up cosmic test of her own morality or whatever, and nadia isn't about to screw this one up, too. ]