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[Oh good. If she turns her back Sheena has half a minute to make a face and rub her temples.]

[She only turns her back for a moment, bringing the pot back to the table to pour more of the tea.]

[Ninja are ninja even at hiding pain.]

Thanks. What kind is this, anyway?

Hm? It's black tea, with just a hint of orange.

[It's relaxing, is what it is. Several times now she's almost said the other thing she wanted to tell Raine. ...Ask her about. But she can't quite bring herself to unload on someone so obviously taxed already.]

It's good.

I'm glad you think so. It seems to be one of the few things I can make without difficulty.

[She will sit back with her fresh cup and actually attempt to study Sheena properly this time. Trying to focus on the other woman instead of her distractions. It seemed better to do.]

You got the hang of some other stuff.

[If she'd just stick to the recipe she'd probably be a three-star chef instead of two.]

Your sandwiches got to be pretty good by the time we got the worlds back together.

[The only strange thing of note will be the long gloves. It's hot, they look out of place.]

I suppose there's that, at least. [The gloves aren't too strange. After all, she usually has her own pair on hand, and Albert of course wears his constantly.

But on Sheena, it does seem a little odd. Hm.]

[Sheena tends toward gloves too, but not the ones that go all the way up to almost her shoulders. In summer she sticks to hand-sized ones, just long enough to hide the exsphere, out of habit.]

I'm kinda surprised you never wanted to add new things to tea.

I have, on occasion, but... I've found that simpler does work best in this instance.

Yeah. Too much stuff in your tea just makes you not want to drink it.

[But she has yet to actually take another drink of it.]

[She's noticed that. So she's just frowning a little, trying to figure out what the problem is.]

...So, uh...h-how much do you know about...what happens to people after they get hit by lightning?

[The few she's known that survived it were...well. They were her grandpa.]

I ...

[There really is no way to suppress that chill that runs through her.] It... would depend of course, on the factors. The severity of the ... strike, if the body could even ...

[Enough of these distractions.] You're talking about your injury, aren't you? I knew you couldn't have recovered that fast.

[Frown. All follow-up questions just got thrown aside. She knows that reaction, Raine, particularly turning that color.]

It happened to you. The other, you, I mean, didn't it? Volt.

... That's not what I asked you.

Nope, it's what I asked you.

[maybe she should find someone else to bring this up with, then.]

It's... it's not important right now! We were talking about your injury. Volt attacked you, whether or not I was there to witness it. The least I can do is check you over, since I've yet to do so.

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I think it's important. [and she wants to know how it happened. If it did the same awful things to Raine, and to Mizuho, that it did in the real reality.]

Talking about ... that ... won't do either of us any good. [She doesn't quite sound as if she believes it, though.]

Oh, I dunno, I think you'd be surprised.

[If that Raine spent the same years Sheena did hiding it - even if she forgot it - then it probably will help.]

You think so...? Mm. [Not that she even knows how to start with this, as evidenced by the earlier part of the discussion.]

[She's got time. Right now Sheena isn't looking to go anywhere, anyway.]

... Will you at least let me help you?

I dunno if you can help me. And not if it's gonna freak you out or something.

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