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xp_logsJean finishes up more MedLab files and wanders downstairs. She runs into Moira, taking a small break of her own from other files on hand. They take the time to catch up and plan for the future, or at least, future of the MedLab.
Moira rubbed at her eyes and pushed Jono's latest test results away from her with a groan. She was in the group area of the MedLab, a fresh cup of tea (God, she missed her coffee) in front of her and a stack of papers. Her own office had been taken over by Cain's cat, who had decided to wander in and lounge on her desk. And she had promised Hank that she would go over these results as soon as possible, though it was hard to concentrate with Jean's sudden return to life.
The last of the files were piled in Jean's arms as she made her way down to the labs. She had finished them yesterday, but (after qute stupidly deciding that it would be a good idea to put off all of the emotionally difficult ones until the end) had been too much of a wreck after finishing Scott's file to come down. Now, though, she headed into the medlab with a smile on her face - it would be very good to get back to work.
Seeing Moira, the smile brightened further. "Moira," Jean called. "It is wonderful to see you. I was thrilled to hear you'd come to join our merry band."
Perking up at the sound of Jean's voice, Moira returned the smile. "Jean!" Even after a week of seeing her (briefly, the morning sickness had been horrendous the past week and they both had been busy) she still fought the initial shock that was still coming. "Aye, I managed ta get conned inta it but I'm glad I did."
Standing she helped Jean unload the files, waited until everything was down, and then enveloped the
other woman in a tight hug. "Welcome back."
Jean hugged her back, grinning. "Thank you," she said, pulling back to get a good look at Moira. "You look fantastic. Impending motherhood suits you, in that happy, glowing sort of way. I'm so glad you were conned into coming. It's very good to know Hank's had good people to help him with the craziness around here."
"Oh hell, dinnae tell Nathan ye think I'm glowin', I'll never 'ear th' _end_ o' it." Nodding at the
table, she headed back to her seat with Jean following. "It 'elps tha' I eat on a regular basis, 'ave exercise an' actually leave th' mansion. Nay like I was at Muir, if ye recall. An' workin' 'ere's been...more than words can describe, good an' bad. I see ye finally made it through all th' files, so ye 'ave an idea o' 'ow 'ectic 'tis been lately."
"I promise I won't say a word to him on the subject. Although, speaking of the man, have you two set a date? He seems a very nice fellow, I approve." Jean grinned. "And I definitely approve of you taking care of yourself. You and Hank were always the same - so caught up in your work you'd forget to breath if it weren't an automatic biological function. As for the hectic, yes, I got some idea. And I came down to report that I'm all caught up and ready to jump in the deep end. My spare set of hands are ready and willing to be filled with work again."
"I breathe?" Moira asked, amusement laced through her words. Reaching for her tea, she took a sip and smiled at the 'nice fellow' comment. Nathan would probably mutter something in Askani and look grumpy. "Becomes 'abit after a while, workin' yerself inta near oblivion. I'm glad I got out of it, though I need reminders now an' then.."
She grimaced at the mention of a date, though. "Nay yet, wit' all th' emergancies an' when I 'ad ta leave th' school for a while after Rory left, we've been ta swamped. It better be soon or else I'm goin' ta need Amanda ta glamour me up a bit so I dinnae show tha' much. An' I'm glad yer ready ta jump back in th' saddle--we should 'ave a group meetin' or some such. Wit' this many doctors..."
"Rory's left the Muir Facility?" Jean asked, shock apparent on her face, but it disappeared at Moira's last comment. "Oh heavens, meetings. Put four doctors in a room, give them caffine and donuts, despite the fact that they all know how bad it is for them, and let them talk."
Ignoring the first part for the moment, she snickered at the last comment. "We might want ta schedule a full day for this--especially if Henry gets a 'old o' me coffee again. I nearly 'ad ta sedate 'im th' last time he did that. An' aye, Rory's left. He disappeared right after New Years, after we were attacked on Muir." Moira's face closed up a little, the memory still fresh in her mind.
Her eyes widened in mock horror. "Hank with that my caffine... I shudder to think. And I thought I heard you had cut back on the toxicity of your coffee." She grew serious again. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said. "What happened, at the attack? I saw the updates on the medical files, but couldn't piece together a real picture of the attack."
"I did--recently. First was because I developed an ulcer an' now because o' th wee one." Moira looked down and smiled a little at her growing stomach. "Wit' th' attack...we're assumin' Essex got a 'old o' Kevin's remains, funded an' used by Joe. Basically, we were attacked by a mutant let loose by Joe who 'ad Kevin's powers an' abilities. Poor lad turned out to be x-factor positive but nay powers--an' when th' powerful powers were grafted on..." She took a deep breath. "He was diein' an' we managed to subdue him. Rory left after tha', an' I 'avenae 'eard anythin' since."
"Nathanal Essex..." Jean said, a frown developing on her face. Between this and the notations on Elisabeth's file, Jean was severly unhappy with the geneticist. Pushing the anger aside, though, she focused on the here and now. "I'm so sorry, Moira. About all of it. I can't imagine how rough that must have been."
"Tis been 'ard," she agreed, "but I've managed ta get through it wit' th' 'elp from Nathan an' Charles an' everyone else. These kids are amazin', Jean. All th' stuff they've been through, even while they've been 'ere, an' they're still normal kids. Stuff 'as fazed them but they jus' bounce back wit' some 'elp. Some are a right down 'andful, others I adore, an' others I want ta pitch inta th' ocean--but I do care for them."
Jean smiled. "Welcome to the joys of education. You're right, though, they are amazing. We're so lucky to get to be a part of their lives." Although she hadn't been for so long...
"So, wha' are yer plans now?" Moira asked, finishing off the last of her tea. Besides rejoining the medical crew--she was gleeful at that prospect--she had been wondering about that since Jean had resurfaced in the mansion.
"Get back my life," Jean said. "This," she raised the wrist with the inhibitor on it, "will come off, if not this weekend then by Monday, and then it will be back into training with me. Rather severely needed, really, even if I didn't want to get back into shape and back onto the team. Which I do."
She looked thoughtful at that. "'ow much control 'ave ye lost?" came the quiet question, Moira's brain obviously in overdrive currently. Jean had been a very powerful mutant and it had taken some a long time for her to gain control. And from the sounds of it she had been through a power jump before her death. Not unusual in powerful mutants.
Jean sighed. "Lots," she said, "possibly all. My shields are gone entirely, or at least they were when I woke up on Saturday, and my inability to control, or, admitedly, understand, my telekinesis is what brought me back."
Moira nodded at that. "I can 'elp, if ye want," she offered. "Wit' some parts o' yer telepathy but
really, most for th' telekinesis. I've worked wit' Nathan fairly closely--" Wisely, she decided to
ignore Jean's slightly snicker at that. "--over th' last seven years wit' his power. I can probably give ye a good start on yers. I also read in yer files tha' ye seemed ta 'ave a power boost?"
Stifling the giggle, Jean nodded. "I would like that, yes. I'll probably be working with Charles on the telepathy - after all, he's the one who taught me to shield in the first place - and I've spoken with Nate about doing some TK training together, but I would appreciate all the help I can get."
"Nathan's come a long way wit' his powers," she mused, remembering. "Especially wit' his telepathy. An' his telekinetic powers has grown even stronger. Nathan an' I still 'ave trainin' sessions, I can slide ye in around them or in them dependin'." Tests would have to be run, of course, to compare to the last tests on record for Jean powers wise. To see if they differed and, if they did, by how much.
"Either works for me, or both. Honestly, currently the more training I have the better, because the faster I've got control again the happier I will be. A telepath without shields is like an insanity plea waiting to happen."
"I can understand tha'. But ye've got years o' trainin' behind ye. Ye've been set back two years but I'll be anythin' tha' once ye start up again, an' work an' train, it'll come back faster an' faster. It willnae be as easy as ridin' a bike but I doubt it'll take ye as lon' ta get it back is it did ta learn it in th' first place."
"I hope you're right," Jean said. "Because I really would prefer not to spend another ten years to get up to speed."
Moira smiled reassuringly at her. "I dinnae believe it will." She thought for a second about other news to tell Jean and her mouth quirked slightly. "So...'ave ye met th' resident dragon yet?"
"Dragon?" Jean asked, raising an eyebrow. "Moira, I know some of the kids are a handful, but surely that's going too far."
It took a few seconds to stop giggling and as she wiped her eyes, she shook her head. "I'm goin' ta
take tha' as a nay, then. I'm talkin' 'bout Lockheed, Kitty's, well, pet dragon. By th' way o' Asgard."
"I've heard about the trip to Asgard, but... Moira, do you mean an honest to God dragon? I mean, this isn't a metaphor or hyperbole or... anything?"
Sometimes, she really did have a perverse sense of humor. "Really, truely nay a metaphor. When they
came back from Asgard, Jamie brought Kitty an egg--nay realizing at th' time tha' it would eventually 'atch. 'e's about...this big." Moira held her hands apart at roughly the length of the small dragon. "Jus' a wee baby."
"A baby dragon..." Jean said slowly. "No, I can honestly say I have not yet seen anything remotely
resembling a baby dragon. I'd think you were joking, but then there's the fact that they seem to have gone to Asgard, and once you accept that..." She shrugged. "At that, I haven't seen Kitty either, or...which one is Jamie?"
"Well, Jamie's th' one tha' ye may see more o' in th' mansion," she replied wryly. "He's th' tall, nice lad wit' brown 'air. Ye'll recognize because he'll probably look like he's up ta pullin' a prank on someone, usually Doug. Verra nice lad but if ye find more than one o' him, dinnae worry."
"More than one...? Ah, this would be Mr... Madrox, then? Your notes on his mutation were fascinating.
Have you really proved he's pulling matter off the astral plane?"
"Aye, as much as we're able ta prove tha' sort o' thing. He was slightly weirded out ta find out tha' he's made out o' ectoplasm now. An' Jamie's been through a good deal while he's been 'ere, I'm amazed he's still got his 'ead on straight."
"Fascinating," Jean muttered. "I wonder if he affects the plane before he pulls the matter through or if he doesn't manipulate it until afterwards, and how he would react to astral communication, or if it would disturb communications..." She might not have Hank or Moira's thirst for experimentation and research, but this might affect her own mutation directly.
"Tha's somethin' ta look inta. I'd assume he doesnae manipulate it until after 'tis come through an' he cannae produce anythin' other than replicas o' 'imself. Unlike Marie-Ange, who can produce anythin' she's drawn or seen in pictures, like tarot cards."
"Is she also manipulating alstral matter? And does Jamie... Well, I know a number of mutations are not kind on modesty, but does his replication include only biological matter or also clothing?"
Moira nodded, a fond look on her face. "Angie does manipulate astral matter, or ectoplasam. Ye should see wha' th' lass is capable o' makin' these days. But she's been overwhelmed by her precognition lately so I'd like ta start workin' wit' 'er more on the projections. An' thankfully Jamie dupes 'is clothes as well." An incredibly amused look crossed her face. "I dinnae care ta think o' th' rucus tha' would cause."
"Precognition... I think I saw something on that journal system of Hank's from her, then. She
apparently 'saw' my return. Poor child. I can not imagine that that is an easy mutation to cope with. No wonder she's been overwhelmed by it. But, of course, you're right," Jean continued, "she ought to be training all aspects of her mutation, even if it's difficult."
"I'm goin' ta be talkin' ta 'er soon about it, 'opefully get her ta join th' Open Powers Class I run.
I think it would do her a world o' good."
"Oh? You're running one of the Powers Classes these days? I hadn't heard that." Jean had, of course, done training with others, but had only ever had classes with Charles, and had never taught one of the powers classes herself.
She nodded, and said dryly, "It was th' only way ta tie some o' them down ta actually gettin' tested by me. A good number o' th' students 'ave actually signed up. Some, I think, because they want to see wha' th' Danger Room looks like but most because they really do th' practise wit' their powers. Also, they like th' idea o' a class ye cannae fail unless ye really do somethin' stupid, like nay show up."
"Of course," Jean agreed. "The school has come a long, long way since the time when we were all taught together in the Danger Room, regardless of mutation."
"Yer right, it 'as. Mostly good but, well, sometimes ye cannae expect everythin'." Moira chuckled a little. "Rather wish we did but ah well."
Jean nodded with a smile, then sighed. "I've missed you, Moira, I really have. But I didn't come down to chat. I figure, with the whatever-it-is that is happening tomarrow happening, it would be a good idea to get me up on my paperwork and computer permissions."
Nodding, she reached over and squeezed Jean's hand lightly. "Aye, there'll be time enough ta chat
tomorrow." Hopefully. "Until then, though, I think we all need ta prepare an' rest because we'll 'ave nay any idea wha'll be 'ittin' us come th' mornin'. But afterward, ye'll know where ta find me an'll we'll talk some more."
"I will definitely take you up on that," Jean said, squeezing back.
Moira rubbed at her eyes and pushed Jono's latest test results away from her with a groan. She was in the group area of the MedLab, a fresh cup of tea (God, she missed her coffee) in front of her and a stack of papers. Her own office had been taken over by Cain's cat, who had decided to wander in and lounge on her desk. And she had promised Hank that she would go over these results as soon as possible, though it was hard to concentrate with Jean's sudden return to life.
The last of the files were piled in Jean's arms as she made her way down to the labs. She had finished them yesterday, but (after qute stupidly deciding that it would be a good idea to put off all of the emotionally difficult ones until the end) had been too much of a wreck after finishing Scott's file to come down. Now, though, she headed into the medlab with a smile on her face - it would be very good to get back to work.
Seeing Moira, the smile brightened further. "Moira," Jean called. "It is wonderful to see you. I was thrilled to hear you'd come to join our merry band."
Perking up at the sound of Jean's voice, Moira returned the smile. "Jean!" Even after a week of seeing her (briefly, the morning sickness had been horrendous the past week and they both had been busy) she still fought the initial shock that was still coming. "Aye, I managed ta get conned inta it but I'm glad I did."
Standing she helped Jean unload the files, waited until everything was down, and then enveloped the
other woman in a tight hug. "Welcome back."
Jean hugged her back, grinning. "Thank you," she said, pulling back to get a good look at Moira. "You look fantastic. Impending motherhood suits you, in that happy, glowing sort of way. I'm so glad you were conned into coming. It's very good to know Hank's had good people to help him with the craziness around here."
"Oh hell, dinnae tell Nathan ye think I'm glowin', I'll never 'ear th' _end_ o' it." Nodding at the
table, she headed back to her seat with Jean following. "It 'elps tha' I eat on a regular basis, 'ave exercise an' actually leave th' mansion. Nay like I was at Muir, if ye recall. An' workin' 'ere's been...more than words can describe, good an' bad. I see ye finally made it through all th' files, so ye 'ave an idea o' 'ow 'ectic 'tis been lately."
"I promise I won't say a word to him on the subject. Although, speaking of the man, have you two set a date? He seems a very nice fellow, I approve." Jean grinned. "And I definitely approve of you taking care of yourself. You and Hank were always the same - so caught up in your work you'd forget to breath if it weren't an automatic biological function. As for the hectic, yes, I got some idea. And I came down to report that I'm all caught up and ready to jump in the deep end. My spare set of hands are ready and willing to be filled with work again."
"I breathe?" Moira asked, amusement laced through her words. Reaching for her tea, she took a sip and smiled at the 'nice fellow' comment. Nathan would probably mutter something in Askani and look grumpy. "Becomes 'abit after a while, workin' yerself inta near oblivion. I'm glad I got out of it, though I need reminders now an' then.."
She grimaced at the mention of a date, though. "Nay yet, wit' all th' emergancies an' when I 'ad ta leave th' school for a while after Rory left, we've been ta swamped. It better be soon or else I'm goin' ta need Amanda ta glamour me up a bit so I dinnae show tha' much. An' I'm glad yer ready ta jump back in th' saddle--we should 'ave a group meetin' or some such. Wit' this many doctors..."
"Rory's left the Muir Facility?" Jean asked, shock apparent on her face, but it disappeared at Moira's last comment. "Oh heavens, meetings. Put four doctors in a room, give them caffine and donuts, despite the fact that they all know how bad it is for them, and let them talk."
Ignoring the first part for the moment, she snickered at the last comment. "We might want ta schedule a full day for this--especially if Henry gets a 'old o' me coffee again. I nearly 'ad ta sedate 'im th' last time he did that. An' aye, Rory's left. He disappeared right after New Years, after we were attacked on Muir." Moira's face closed up a little, the memory still fresh in her mind.
Her eyes widened in mock horror. "Hank with that my caffine... I shudder to think. And I thought I heard you had cut back on the toxicity of your coffee." She grew serious again. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said. "What happened, at the attack? I saw the updates on the medical files, but couldn't piece together a real picture of the attack."
"I did--recently. First was because I developed an ulcer an' now because o' th wee one." Moira looked down and smiled a little at her growing stomach. "Wit' th' attack...we're assumin' Essex got a 'old o' Kevin's remains, funded an' used by Joe. Basically, we were attacked by a mutant let loose by Joe who 'ad Kevin's powers an' abilities. Poor lad turned out to be x-factor positive but nay powers--an' when th' powerful powers were grafted on..." She took a deep breath. "He was diein' an' we managed to subdue him. Rory left after tha', an' I 'avenae 'eard anythin' since."
"Nathanal Essex..." Jean said, a frown developing on her face. Between this and the notations on Elisabeth's file, Jean was severly unhappy with the geneticist. Pushing the anger aside, though, she focused on the here and now. "I'm so sorry, Moira. About all of it. I can't imagine how rough that must have been."
"Tis been 'ard," she agreed, "but I've managed ta get through it wit' th' 'elp from Nathan an' Charles an' everyone else. These kids are amazin', Jean. All th' stuff they've been through, even while they've been 'ere, an' they're still normal kids. Stuff 'as fazed them but they jus' bounce back wit' some 'elp. Some are a right down 'andful, others I adore, an' others I want ta pitch inta th' ocean--but I do care for them."
Jean smiled. "Welcome to the joys of education. You're right, though, they are amazing. We're so lucky to get to be a part of their lives." Although she hadn't been for so long...
"So, wha' are yer plans now?" Moira asked, finishing off the last of her tea. Besides rejoining the medical crew--she was gleeful at that prospect--she had been wondering about that since Jean had resurfaced in the mansion.
"Get back my life," Jean said. "This," she raised the wrist with the inhibitor on it, "will come off, if not this weekend then by Monday, and then it will be back into training with me. Rather severely needed, really, even if I didn't want to get back into shape and back onto the team. Which I do."
She looked thoughtful at that. "'ow much control 'ave ye lost?" came the quiet question, Moira's brain obviously in overdrive currently. Jean had been a very powerful mutant and it had taken some a long time for her to gain control. And from the sounds of it she had been through a power jump before her death. Not unusual in powerful mutants.
Jean sighed. "Lots," she said, "possibly all. My shields are gone entirely, or at least they were when I woke up on Saturday, and my inability to control, or, admitedly, understand, my telekinesis is what brought me back."
Moira nodded at that. "I can 'elp, if ye want," she offered. "Wit' some parts o' yer telepathy but
really, most for th' telekinesis. I've worked wit' Nathan fairly closely--" Wisely, she decided to
ignore Jean's slightly snicker at that. "--over th' last seven years wit' his power. I can probably give ye a good start on yers. I also read in yer files tha' ye seemed ta 'ave a power boost?"
Stifling the giggle, Jean nodded. "I would like that, yes. I'll probably be working with Charles on the telepathy - after all, he's the one who taught me to shield in the first place - and I've spoken with Nate about doing some TK training together, but I would appreciate all the help I can get."
"Nathan's come a long way wit' his powers," she mused, remembering. "Especially wit' his telepathy. An' his telekinetic powers has grown even stronger. Nathan an' I still 'ave trainin' sessions, I can slide ye in around them or in them dependin'." Tests would have to be run, of course, to compare to the last tests on record for Jean powers wise. To see if they differed and, if they did, by how much.
"Either works for me, or both. Honestly, currently the more training I have the better, because the faster I've got control again the happier I will be. A telepath without shields is like an insanity plea waiting to happen."
"I can understand tha'. But ye've got years o' trainin' behind ye. Ye've been set back two years but I'll be anythin' tha' once ye start up again, an' work an' train, it'll come back faster an' faster. It willnae be as easy as ridin' a bike but I doubt it'll take ye as lon' ta get it back is it did ta learn it in th' first place."
"I hope you're right," Jean said. "Because I really would prefer not to spend another ten years to get up to speed."
Moira smiled reassuringly at her. "I dinnae believe it will." She thought for a second about other news to tell Jean and her mouth quirked slightly. "So...'ave ye met th' resident dragon yet?"
"Dragon?" Jean asked, raising an eyebrow. "Moira, I know some of the kids are a handful, but surely that's going too far."
It took a few seconds to stop giggling and as she wiped her eyes, she shook her head. "I'm goin' ta
take tha' as a nay, then. I'm talkin' 'bout Lockheed, Kitty's, well, pet dragon. By th' way o' Asgard."
"I've heard about the trip to Asgard, but... Moira, do you mean an honest to God dragon? I mean, this isn't a metaphor or hyperbole or... anything?"
Sometimes, she really did have a perverse sense of humor. "Really, truely nay a metaphor. When they
came back from Asgard, Jamie brought Kitty an egg--nay realizing at th' time tha' it would eventually 'atch. 'e's about...this big." Moira held her hands apart at roughly the length of the small dragon. "Jus' a wee baby."
"A baby dragon..." Jean said slowly. "No, I can honestly say I have not yet seen anything remotely
resembling a baby dragon. I'd think you were joking, but then there's the fact that they seem to have gone to Asgard, and once you accept that..." She shrugged. "At that, I haven't seen Kitty either, or...which one is Jamie?"
"Well, Jamie's th' one tha' ye may see more o' in th' mansion," she replied wryly. "He's th' tall, nice lad wit' brown 'air. Ye'll recognize because he'll probably look like he's up ta pullin' a prank on someone, usually Doug. Verra nice lad but if ye find more than one o' him, dinnae worry."
"More than one...? Ah, this would be Mr... Madrox, then? Your notes on his mutation were fascinating.
Have you really proved he's pulling matter off the astral plane?"
"Aye, as much as we're able ta prove tha' sort o' thing. He was slightly weirded out ta find out tha' he's made out o' ectoplasm now. An' Jamie's been through a good deal while he's been 'ere, I'm amazed he's still got his 'ead on straight."
"Fascinating," Jean muttered. "I wonder if he affects the plane before he pulls the matter through or if he doesn't manipulate it until afterwards, and how he would react to astral communication, or if it would disturb communications..." She might not have Hank or Moira's thirst for experimentation and research, but this might affect her own mutation directly.
"Tha's somethin' ta look inta. I'd assume he doesnae manipulate it until after 'tis come through an' he cannae produce anythin' other than replicas o' 'imself. Unlike Marie-Ange, who can produce anythin' she's drawn or seen in pictures, like tarot cards."
"Is she also manipulating alstral matter? And does Jamie... Well, I know a number of mutations are not kind on modesty, but does his replication include only biological matter or also clothing?"
Moira nodded, a fond look on her face. "Angie does manipulate astral matter, or ectoplasam. Ye should see wha' th' lass is capable o' makin' these days. But she's been overwhelmed by her precognition lately so I'd like ta start workin' wit' 'er more on the projections. An' thankfully Jamie dupes 'is clothes as well." An incredibly amused look crossed her face. "I dinnae care ta think o' th' rucus tha' would cause."
"Precognition... I think I saw something on that journal system of Hank's from her, then. She
apparently 'saw' my return. Poor child. I can not imagine that that is an easy mutation to cope with. No wonder she's been overwhelmed by it. But, of course, you're right," Jean continued, "she ought to be training all aspects of her mutation, even if it's difficult."
"I'm goin' ta be talkin' ta 'er soon about it, 'opefully get her ta join th' Open Powers Class I run.
I think it would do her a world o' good."
"Oh? You're running one of the Powers Classes these days? I hadn't heard that." Jean had, of course, done training with others, but had only ever had classes with Charles, and had never taught one of the powers classes herself.
She nodded, and said dryly, "It was th' only way ta tie some o' them down ta actually gettin' tested by me. A good number o' th' students 'ave actually signed up. Some, I think, because they want to see wha' th' Danger Room looks like but most because they really do th' practise wit' their powers. Also, they like th' idea o' a class ye cannae fail unless ye really do somethin' stupid, like nay show up."
"Of course," Jean agreed. "The school has come a long, long way since the time when we were all taught together in the Danger Room, regardless of mutation."
"Yer right, it 'as. Mostly good but, well, sometimes ye cannae expect everythin'." Moira chuckled a little. "Rather wish we did but ah well."
Jean nodded with a smile, then sighed. "I've missed you, Moira, I really have. But I didn't come down to chat. I figure, with the whatever-it-is that is happening tomarrow happening, it would be a good idea to get me up on my paperwork and computer permissions."
Nodding, she reached over and squeezed Jean's hand lightly. "Aye, there'll be time enough ta chat
tomorrow." Hopefully. "Until then, though, I think we all need ta prepare an' rest because we'll 'ave nay any idea wha'll be 'ittin' us come th' mornin'. But afterward, ye'll know where ta find me an'll we'll talk some more."
"I will definitely take you up on that," Jean said, squeezing back.
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