"Wait, stop!" Ami took the man's arms gently in her hands and steadied him. She wasn't strong enough to force him to sit down, but she hoped that he was smart enough to realize he wasn't one hundred percent.
John spun his head to look at her, blinking at the wave of dizziness that washed over him when he did so. He staggered on his feet, swaying a little against her hands that gripped his upper arms. "Let me go," he tried in his best snarl, but his attempt to wrench his arms free only succeeded in making him sway more.
John stopped trying to pull free of the woman as her words slowly sunk into his muddled brain. "Oh ..." he replied. He glanced over to where Aeryn was standing, the woman's fiance was doing something with a ball of glowing blue light. What was it with glowing balls of light, anyway? "Yeah good ... okay ..." he continued, nodding. He didn't know why he cared that that man wasn't actually hitting on Aeryn.
When she saw that she had his attention, she continued in her very distinctive British accent, "He's a healer. He only wants to help. He won't hurt her. We're friends."
John nodded a little, finally pulling his arms free of her hands. He took a small, unsteady step back away from her looking around through narrowed eyes. They appeared to be on a beach of some sort, waves rolled up onto the sand and behind them thick trees and underbrush seemed to cover the rest of the open space. John felt a pang of de-ja-vu, as though he had been to a place like this before or seen some place just like it.
Even shielded the man's doubt and distrust buffeted her. Ami resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She pushed the single errant lock of shock white hair out of her eyes and nudged an empathic push of comfort and understanding toward him as she continued, "Honestly, we're trying to help. Think about it. Why would we rescue you if we wanted to harm you? Wouldn't it have been easier to just let you burn to death or suffocate inside your craft?
"Please, sit down and let us help you and your . .. friend?"
John blinked and looked back at her, "Listen, lady, I have absolutely no idea what you would want to do to us. For all I know, you like the ingrediants of your stew fresh and not damaged. I'm going on instinct here, know what I mean? I'm all about the self-preservation thing."
He slowly lowered himself to the sand again, sitting back on his haunches and pressing a hand to the side of his head. He winced at the pain and feel of sticky wetness. "I don't know if she's my friend or not, I can't remember a damn thing and I don't know if you and the rest of your buds are responsible for that, but it's really annoying!"
He took his hand away from his head and squinted up at her, the bright sun not helping the pain in his head, "Who the hell are you anyway?"
[John]
John spun his head to look at her, blinking at the wave of dizziness that washed over him when he did so. He staggered on his feet, swaying a little against her hands that gripped his upper arms. "Let me go," he tried in his best snarl, but his attempt to wrench his arms free only succeeded in making him sway more.
"He's my fiancé." She said that first, hoping to ward off the protective jealousy and convince the man to relax a bit.
John stopped trying to pull free of the woman as her words slowly sunk into his muddled brain. "Oh ..." he replied. He glanced over to where Aeryn was standing, the woman's fiance was doing something with a ball of glowing blue light. What was it with glowing balls of light, anyway? "Yeah good ... okay ..." he continued, nodding. He didn't know why he cared that that man wasn't actually hitting on Aeryn.
When she saw that she had his attention, she continued in her very distinctive British accent, "He's a healer. He only wants to help. He won't hurt her. We're friends."
John nodded a little, finally pulling his arms free of her hands. He took a small, unsteady step back away from her looking around through narrowed eyes. They appeared to be on a beach of some sort, waves rolled up onto the sand and behind them thick trees and underbrush seemed to cover the rest of the open space. John felt a pang of de-ja-vu, as though he had been to a place like this before or seen some place just like it.
Even shielded the man's doubt and distrust buffeted her. Ami resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She pushed the single errant lock of shock white hair out of her eyes and nudged an empathic push of comfort and understanding toward him as she continued, "Honestly, we're trying to help. Think about it. Why would we rescue you if we wanted to harm you? Wouldn't it have been easier to just let you burn to death or suffocate inside your craft?
"Please, sit down and let us help you and your . .. friend?"
John blinked and looked back at her, "Listen, lady, I have absolutely no idea what you would want to do to us. For all I know, you like the ingrediants of your stew fresh and not damaged. I'm going on instinct here, know what I mean? I'm all about the self-preservation thing."
He slowly lowered himself to the sand again, sitting back on his haunches and pressing a hand to the side of his head. He winced at the pain and feel of sticky wetness. "I don't know if she's my friend or not, I can't remember a damn thing and I don't know if you and the rest of your buds are responsible for that, but it's really annoying!"
He took his hand away from his head and squinted up at her, the bright sun not helping the pain in his head, "Who the hell are you anyway?"