For a moment John stood near the middle of the bunker, feeling lost and more than a little confused and tired. Even with his concussion mostly healed, he was working on a doozy of a headache and every muscle and joint in his body ached. He sighed and ran a hand through his dark, dirty hair.
“You, show him to the shower,” Rose indicated indicated the new, dark haired man in rather ratty leather to the Doctor, “and get cleaned up yourself. I’ll see if those pants can be salvaged.” Rose looked over both the man and woman. “Scrubs will be easiest for now, then I’ll see if I can dig up some clothes for you.”
John glanced up as another blond came over, her voice friendly, her accent lilting, just like the man with the ears. He looked from her to Mr. Man and back again, at least it now seemed that there was at least another couple here who had probably arrived together. And at least they seemed to get along relatively well. He sighed and looked down at his scorched and torn leathers before looking back up at the new blond girl. "Scrubs?" he asked, quirking a brow at her, "not sure I'd look good in scrubs, I'll just hang out in these until we can dig something else up. They're not so bad, they have that .. worn in feeling .." he laughed a little, glancing over at Aeryn. He hoped to get some kind of reaction from her, to ease the tension between them.
“Come on then, I’ll show you to the showers, and find some scrubs for both of you.” Rose tapped the new woman’s arm. She looked, wary as well as weary. “I’m sure we’ll find you someplace to sleep as well.”
John nodded to the blond, "Great, thanks. I could use a shower, I'm sure I smell like a week old donkey carcass." He grinned at her, "Name's John, by the way. John Crichton."
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[John] : Re : Organizing
Date: 2007-03-26 02:18 pm (UTC)“You, show him to the shower,” Rose indicated indicated the new, dark haired man in rather ratty leather to the Doctor, “and get cleaned up yourself. I’ll see if those pants can be salvaged.” Rose looked over both the man and woman. “Scrubs will be easiest for now, then I’ll see if I can dig up some clothes for you.”
John glanced up as another blond came over, her voice friendly, her accent lilting, just like the man with the ears. He looked from her to Mr. Man and back again, at least it now seemed that there was at least another couple here who had probably arrived together. And at least they seemed to get along relatively well. He sighed and looked down at his scorched and torn leathers before looking back up at the new blond girl. "Scrubs?" he asked, quirking a brow at her, "not sure I'd look good in scrubs, I'll just hang out in these until we can dig something else up. They're not so bad, they have that .. worn in feeling .." he laughed a little, glancing over at Aeryn. He hoped to get some kind of reaction from her, to ease the tension between them.
“Come on then, I’ll show you to the showers, and find some scrubs for both of you.” Rose tapped the new woman’s arm. She looked, wary as well as weary. “I’m sure we’ll find you someplace to sleep as well.”
John nodded to the blond, "Great, thanks. I could use a shower, I'm sure I smell like a week old donkey carcass." He grinned at her, "Name's John, by the way. John Crichton."