She was still limping, but she didn't need immediate support. Making her way outside, Ripley inhaled the rich scent of green growing things, unprocessed air, and lack of pollution. She loved it out here. And she was feeling a bit suffocated inside. She was told to build herself back up cautiously. Huh. Maybe she shouldn't coddle poor Kenzaki so much. Poor guy must feel like she did with her playing mama bear.
She'd waited until Methos had left with McKay. Oh, she didn't think he'd try to be overprotective or any such nonsense. Not after their delicious sparring match... which was in need of repeating when she was more sure of her side. No, his doctoring thing might have spurred him to try to tell her to take it easy if only for the sake of anyone else within earshot.
For now she found a nearby tree and stretched her arms up, to grab onto the lowest limb. Cramping pain shot outward from the area where she had been shot in the side. But she had a feeling it was healed, and the muscles needed to get used to movement again, cope with any scar tissue.
She gripped the branch, despite the pain, and did a chin up. Two, three, four. Her fifth was very shaky, and she let go, landing on her better leg as she bend over, massaging her side.
She was wearing one of Rose's tee shirts, which was a bit big on her. Rose explained it had been nothing but bad luck for her, so maybe Ripley would do better with it. The patters covering the entire thing was the flag of Britin. Union Jack, was the name. Her new pair of pants had been one of the former jailers. Belted tightly at the waist, as he had less hips than she did, but the length was right, if a bit loose in the legs.
She inhaled again, gaining some of the breath the pain had stolen. Standing up a bit, she cocked her head to the side and looked in the direction Isabel sat.
"What? Not even a good morning?"
Ripley kept her limp to a minimum as she deliberately worked the injured leg.
"You're the newest alien addition, right? I'm Ripley." She eased herself down to sit beside the other woman. Oh goody. Getting back up from the ground would really work those painful areas.
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Date: 2006-10-03 11:06 pm (UTC)She'd waited until Methos had left with McKay. Oh, she didn't think he'd try to be overprotective or any such nonsense. Not after their delicious sparring match... which was in need of repeating when she was more sure of her side. No, his doctoring thing might have spurred him to try to tell her to take it easy if only for the sake of anyone else within earshot.
For now she found a nearby tree and stretched her arms up, to grab onto the lowest limb. Cramping pain shot outward from the area where she had been shot in the side. But she had a feeling it was healed, and the muscles needed to get used to movement again, cope with any scar tissue.
She gripped the branch, despite the pain, and did a chin up. Two, three, four. Her fifth was very shaky, and she let go, landing on her better leg as she bend over, massaging her side.
She was wearing one of Rose's tee shirts, which was a bit big on her. Rose explained it had been nothing but bad luck for her, so maybe Ripley would do better with it. The patters covering the entire thing was the flag of Britin. Union Jack, was the name. Her new pair of pants had been one of the former jailers. Belted tightly at the waist, as he had less hips than she did, but the length was right, if a bit loose in the legs.
She inhaled again, gaining some of the breath the pain had stolen. Standing up a bit, she cocked her head to the side and looked in the direction Isabel sat.
"What? Not even a good morning?"
Ripley kept her limp to a minimum as she deliberately worked the injured leg.
"You're the newest alien addition, right? I'm Ripley." She eased herself down to sit beside the other woman. Oh goody. Getting back up from the ground would really work those painful areas.