"Yeah, took two bulletts and it wasn't fun for anyone. I try very hard not to bleed. You saw the results, I'm sure." Ripley looked up at the unfortunate fruit. "Now that is a nifty trick. Fruit puree."
Ripley went about her usual greeting ritual. She leaned over and sniffed Isobel's shoulder. Spicy, but a bit like sand, and sun. "Thank goodness. You don't smell like food. I was beginning to think all other aliens smelled edible."
Ripley reaced for a fallen branch. It was a little thicked than her thumb. She began shaving curls off with her claws, making one end into a point.
"Rodney's just Rodney. I don't think he means much by it. But then I learned socialization from scientists in a lab. He's a lot more sane, and one of the good guys. But he may be one of the few people here with less people skills than me. House beats him there hands down... and maybe Sawyer, but I think a lot of Sawyer's attitude comes out his ass. Rodney strikes me as more... distracted. Ego the size of the bunker, but then, I've seen the Doctor in full rant mode as well. Try not to get in a room with the two of them. You won't fit in along with their respective egos."
The soft scent of the newly revealed wood she was shaving was clean. She rather liked that smell. Fresh bared wood.
"I heard about you and Claire. I'm not gonna rub it into the ground. I'm sure you've been lectured, shunned, and threatened enough. These people are my family group now, and I'll protect them. That will include you, as long as you keep your head and don't threaten anyone without good reason. Claire's alright, and so is her baby. This might have been a diferent conversation if either of them were permanantly harmed. But they weren't. I can't forgive you, as that's for Claire to do or not. But I can try not to hold it against you. Besides your story, you were just through hell, and a shoot out with a bunch of stangers surrounding you. Jumpy and a bit paranoid is kinda understandable."
Ripley twirled her nice new steak. Maybe Faith would like it. Nah, too thin to be really useful to her. But it might help hold a snare trap.
"And evidently, a lack of physical activity triggers my mouth. Who'd have thunk it."
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[Ripley] Sort of, yeah.
Date: 2006-10-04 11:10 pm (UTC)Ripley went about her usual greeting ritual. She leaned over and sniffed Isobel's shoulder. Spicy, but a bit like sand, and sun. "Thank goodness. You don't smell like food. I was beginning to think all other aliens smelled edible."
Ripley reaced for a fallen branch. It was a little thicked than her thumb. She began shaving curls off with her claws, making one end into a point.
"Rodney's just Rodney. I don't think he means much by it. But then I learned socialization from scientists in a lab. He's a lot more sane, and one of the good guys. But he may be one of the few people here with less people skills than me. House beats him there hands down... and maybe Sawyer, but I think a lot of Sawyer's attitude comes out his ass. Rodney strikes me as more... distracted. Ego the size of the bunker, but then, I've seen the Doctor in full rant mode as well. Try not to get in a room with the two of them. You won't fit in along with their respective egos."
The soft scent of the newly revealed wood she was shaving was clean. She rather liked that smell. Fresh bared wood.
"I heard about you and Claire. I'm not gonna rub it into the ground. I'm sure you've been lectured, shunned, and threatened enough. These people are my family group now, and I'll protect them. That will include you, as long as you keep your head and don't threaten anyone without good reason. Claire's alright, and so is her baby. This might have been a diferent conversation if either of them were permanantly harmed. But they weren't. I can't forgive you, as that's for Claire to do or not. But I can try not to hold it against you. Besides your story, you were just through hell, and a shoot out with a bunch of stangers surrounding you. Jumpy and a bit paranoid is kinda understandable."
Ripley twirled her nice new steak. Maybe Faith would like it. Nah, too thin to be really useful to her. But it might help hold a snare trap.
"And evidently, a lack of physical activity triggers my mouth. Who'd have thunk it."