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"Yeah... pregnancy kills..." Osprey said, nodding, while feeling sympathy for the big brute and the irony that a bloated stomach out of everything that could kill him could have been the one to actually do that. It was true that one was it's own worst enemy. Literally too. "Not something I want to repeat anytime soon in the future and I believe that you don't want either," she finished with a crooked grin, then turned her gaze away from his face and yawned.


"Well," she continued after a bit of pondering and a moment of awkward silence between them, "since we have met here and we are both sort of useless wrecks for one reason or another, let's do something worthwhile." The fact that Burke too was not in his top shape and was recovering, made Osprey change her views about him a bit. Feel sort of a comradeship. "Suggestions? Getting drunk, being high or having physical intimacy are not valid options," she felt she needed to point this out. Just in case.