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[The camera is expertly handled this time, and it shows the Garage. Saya is currently dressed to nines in expensive couture, as usual, despite the fact that she's working on cars. She has her head under the hood of a car, her hands inside doing something unseen. The camera pans away from her for a moment.]

The Garage is an immaculate place; despite being home to constant repairs, everything is in it's place, much like the owner, who works every day no matter the condition or the holiday.

She attributes this to the work ethic instilled by-

[The narration is cut off by a sudden loud thump, and the camera pans back to Saya just in time to see her, holding the back of her head, stumble back a couple of steps, and then there's a snap as she falls at precisely the same moment, like a marionette with cut strings, not fainting as much as simply collapsing, her limbs tucked under her in odd ways]

Sy-

[Her voice stops and she looks, confused, at the heel of her shoe, which is no longer attached to the rest. The heel snapped off.]

That's never happened before.

[She looks up at the camera for a moment, and then it shuts off.]

[ooc: Action for Garage employees, audio for everyone else. She'll be going to the hospital eventually! Italics are the documentary narration.]

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Your shoe's gonna be fine.

[Orange says just to calm her on that front even though he knows nothing about Jimmy Choos. Saya's a mechanic though, hell close to being an engineer, so she can fix stuff like shoes, right?? Right.]

You see any blood?

[He asks Eames. Orange doesn't from here but her hair's full thick and black. It hides the red.]

They're Jimmy Choos.

[THIS SHOULD MEAN SOMETHING TO SOMEONE, DAMN IT. She tries to get up and fails, her legs buckling under her. Under the thick dark hair there is a smear of bright red.]

I'm sure there's a cobbler around to refit it.

[ He steadies her with his hands on her arms, crouching by her now to carefully card through her hair. He can see the red on her scalp through the strands though, and in combination with her lack of balance, he doesn't doubt she's sustained at least some form of concussion. ]

You've done quite a number to yourself, Saya. Did you black out?

[The toucan flaps away from all the stumbling to perch on the top edge of a convertible. Sam's still staring at Saya like she's good to eat, if only she'd fall apart into a batch of delicious insects and not just a heap of dazed and confused couture.]

Hey hey, take it easy.

[That's said to Saya. While Eames takes a hold of her to steady up those arms Orange promptly removes the rest of her shoes so she doesn't try walking on them again. Barefoot in a garage, real smart, unless someone wants to carry her and clearly, clearly...Orange is lesser suited for the job.] Maybe you should take her to the ER.

[Her eyes move to Eames, and it takes a moment for them to focus. There's something important, here. Something very important. No x-rays, right? Her fangs...no CTs, her book lungs.]

Doctor Cooper.

[He's safe. He knows.]

Be careful with my shoes.

Naturally.

[ If it's only a concussion, it's not as though they'll be able to do much - but ER is a normal reaction so Eames, for his part, keeps quiet on his commentary for it, his lack of indulgence of it. He wraps one arm around the middle of her back, the other curling underneath her knees as he lifts her into his arms whilst coming to a stand. ]

Cooper. Right. Is he at the hospital or is this some sort of back alley deal I should be more aware of?

[ He looks at Orange pointedly, then, brow raising briefly. ]

Yes, do keep track of the shoes. And now separated heel, granted.

[ They're Jimmy Choos, clearly. ]

[For that look Orange gives Eames a shrug that can pretty much be summarized in two words: Beats me.] She can ask for the guy when she's there if she has to cause I'm not letting her go to no back alley while she's talkin' auspices and shit.

[Don't...ask him what that means cause he don't know. As for the shoes, Freddy puts them on the hood of the convertible, carefully, to protect the paint job on the car of course. Who knows what those stilettos can do.]

I'm gonna call a cab, she'll go crazier than a rat in a shithouse if we put her in an ambulance.

[He's fairly confident Saya's in no state to refute the candid way he speaks of her quirks. Also Orange should really tell Eames in addition to noise she goes batshit fuckin' crazy over flooding but it doesn't look like monsoon season outside so it's no big deal. Uh, right?]

You don't have any.

[She says it before she thinks about it, and shifts her head so it's against Eames' chest; she weighs very little, like her bones are hollow bird-bones.]

He works in the hospital.

[She considers talking back but really, she doesn't want to. Eames smells like fresh blood, which is a problem, because really that's her cure, but she can't bite him, it's suspicious and he'll die.]

Auspices?

[ Too late; already asked. Still, Eames shifts her in his arms, though not for any real need - she weighs next to nothing. ]

Cheers. I'd rather not have to carry her the entire way.

[ He glances down, then, addressing her- ] If you feel sleepy, don't shut your eyes.

Here.

[Orange hands him a clean rag to soak up the blood in case it gets worse or doesn't stop for any reason. No ice, no heat. He's no doctor and that means Orange also knows he's not qualified to determine if she might have an internal injury. Let the professionals handle it. Speaking of professionals... He looks Eames in the eye, casual of course.]

You done this before?

[Field medic work so to speak. It's par for the course in his homeworld profession even though, hah, nobody ever got to use it on Freddy himself. He's getting his device out now to get a cab.]

[Her eyes unfocus and refocus on Eames' face]

Do you think I'm stupid?

[It's in her usual flat tone, one that's asking seriously.]

[ Eames nods toward Orange in affirmation, because it's not particularly worth something to lie about. ]

No, Saya, but not everyone can help the urge when concussed.

[Well thank God she asked Eames that question and not Orange. He would've said something with the same sentiment but with less finesse and less charm. Bullet dodged.]

You'll be cool.

[He says this to both of them while putting in the location for some service that's probably gonna cost them less than the price of fixing a Jimmy Choo. Better than the cost of repairing a whole ambulance and some EMTs if she were to snap.]

[Her eyes unfocus again because it's easier than keeping them in focus, and she nods]

All right.

[ He only nods, half-attentive toward Orange's actions, the other half focused on Saya. ]

Why is it you hate ambulances, exactly?

She's gonna be okay, Sam. You can stop lookin' at her that way.

[If Orange only understood the bird's appetite and what it makes of Saya. He's talking to the toucan like it's the most normal thing in the world but it's just as much his way of keeping track of his environment while looking like an aloof guy some wouldn't expect to be more than just that.]

[She knocks her head against Eames]

Too much noise. They're too loud.

[But at the mention of Sam she looks over at the Bird. It wants to eat her, she can tell, but she doesn't say anything. For now, she's bigger than it is.]

[ It's not the most satisfactory answer, but it'll do for now. ]

What's wrong with that bird?

I think he's just curious.

[IF ONLY. Freddy nods to the two of them...Eames and Saya that is, not Eames and the toucan.] I'll hold the fort.

[He says like any old second in the chain of command.]

He wants to eat me.

[Hahaha. The concussion is speaking.

Right? Right?]

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