[ Inside the room Steve can be found sitting up on the bed, back pressed against the wall and his body curved as his fingers drift across some unseen screen in front of him, sorting through news story after news story projected from the device at his ear. He looks up, blinking owlishly at Sam for a second, if mostly with a single eye. One side of his face is bruised and swollen, hair flattened down by a bandage that wraps around his head.
His hands lower, attention focused. ]
I've had worse. [ The humor is strained, his mental walls fortified. Sam's brain blast was a hell of a kick in the head, but it did the job. ] How're the others?
[ He reached out for Ilde when he first regained consciousness. Ren - he hasn't decided when and how to approach him yet. ]
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His hands lower, attention focused. ]
I've had worse. [ The humor is strained, his mental walls fortified. Sam's brain blast was a hell of a kick in the head, but it did the job. ] How're the others?
[ He reached out for Ilde when he first regained consciousness. Ren - he hasn't decided when and how to approach him yet. ]