07-01-2014, 04:22 PM
Hood heard her on the move, but unless she seemed in distress, he wasn't going to go out of his way to acknowledge her. He'd trust, for the moment at least, that she wouldn't push herself too hard. She made it to the kitchen and lingered for a time, probably trying to get her bearings, catch her breath and fight off the sluggishness of all the expensive drugs he had pumped into her in the past twenty-some hours.
The last of the scalpels and tools were cleaned and bagged, the small vacuum-sealer whirring to life one last time to suck the air out of and heat-seal the last of the pouches, then he turned on the sink faucet and cleaned his hands off with a liberal squirt of hand sanitizer.
He glanced at her and gave her a once over, mostly to make sure she wasn't about to keel over on him, and eyed the wound. No signs of infection or swelling; that was good. And no signs of fever either. So, hopefully, he hadn't missed anything in there. The girl was tiny, didn't leave a lot of room to work with.
"Mornin', sleeping beauty."
It was more tease then compliment; a result of her makeup and choice of clothes. He pulled a blender down from one of the shelves and plugged it in after indicating for her to take a seat at the table, then went to work making her a nice, digestion light smoothie. Fruits and vegetables, both for the nutrition and the fiber. A quick glance in the freezer saw it freshly stocked with lean meats; fish and chicken mostly. The cupboard the blender came from was full of whole grain cereals.
He added a bit of heavy cream to the blender, but it was mostly water; hydration was important, but milk and dairy could lead to constipation issues, and considering where she had been stabbed, there was no point in aggravating her intestines just yet. He held the button down for longer then might have been strictly necessary, making sure there were no large bits of solid food left, then poured a portion of the contents into a large mug.
The rest was poured into a sealed container and set in the fridge for later. The was clean; there wasn't a hint of evidence left from the previous night. The place smelled freshly cleaned, to the point that the trace of gun oil was barely noticeable now, and the scent of freshly blended fruit. The cup was set in front of her and he returned to the kitchen to clean up.
"At least you read the files I gave you. The man has a weak spot for pretty girls. Learned something useful out of all this shit, too. They can vanish. And unless they can summon Ninja now, I don't think Jaxen knew whoever attacked you."
Could have been an insurance policy the man's father had put in place, a skilled body guard watching over his son. But Hood doubted that; Jaxen's father didn't seem the type to watch over the wayward son.
The kitchen was tidied up in short order, and he grabbed two glasses of water and set them on the table, then sat opposite her, "So. What the fuck happened, kid? Figured looking like that, you'd have Jaxen in the bag."
Edited by Hood, Jul 1 2014, 04:52 PM.
The last of the scalpels and tools were cleaned and bagged, the small vacuum-sealer whirring to life one last time to suck the air out of and heat-seal the last of the pouches, then he turned on the sink faucet and cleaned his hands off with a liberal squirt of hand sanitizer.
He glanced at her and gave her a once over, mostly to make sure she wasn't about to keel over on him, and eyed the wound. No signs of infection or swelling; that was good. And no signs of fever either. So, hopefully, he hadn't missed anything in there. The girl was tiny, didn't leave a lot of room to work with.
"Mornin', sleeping beauty."
It was more tease then compliment; a result of her makeup and choice of clothes. He pulled a blender down from one of the shelves and plugged it in after indicating for her to take a seat at the table, then went to work making her a nice, digestion light smoothie. Fruits and vegetables, both for the nutrition and the fiber. A quick glance in the freezer saw it freshly stocked with lean meats; fish and chicken mostly. The cupboard the blender came from was full of whole grain cereals.
He added a bit of heavy cream to the blender, but it was mostly water; hydration was important, but milk and dairy could lead to constipation issues, and considering where she had been stabbed, there was no point in aggravating her intestines just yet. He held the button down for longer then might have been strictly necessary, making sure there were no large bits of solid food left, then poured a portion of the contents into a large mug.
The rest was poured into a sealed container and set in the fridge for later. The was clean; there wasn't a hint of evidence left from the previous night. The place smelled freshly cleaned, to the point that the trace of gun oil was barely noticeable now, and the scent of freshly blended fruit. The cup was set in front of her and he returned to the kitchen to clean up.
"At least you read the files I gave you. The man has a weak spot for pretty girls. Learned something useful out of all this shit, too. They can vanish. And unless they can summon Ninja now, I don't think Jaxen knew whoever attacked you."
Could have been an insurance policy the man's father had put in place, a skilled body guard watching over his son. But Hood doubted that; Jaxen's father didn't seem the type to watch over the wayward son.
The kitchen was tidied up in short order, and he grabbed two glasses of water and set them on the table, then sat opposite her, "So. What the fuck happened, kid? Figured looking like that, you'd have Jaxen in the bag."
Edited by Hood, Jul 1 2014, 04:52 PM.