[ it's only when finn has long gone and she's nursing one of the healing draughts that marta directs a sharp gaze felix's way. chasing after the former seems a fruitless endeavor, but marta is beginning to wonder if she'll even have the energy to watch over the latter. ]
Your accent needs work, [ she says around the lip of her vial, before turning back towards mccoy to give him a hard stare until he eventually drinks a draught for himself. she sees those shaking fingers, mister. ]
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Your accent needs work, [ she says around the lip of her vial, before turning back towards mccoy to give him a hard stare until he eventually drinks a draught for himself. she sees those shaking fingers, mister. ]