Faith is both the prison and the open hand [open]

[medicalmind.livejournal.com]

Scarlet didn't leave the contagion lab often. She didn't have much of a reason to, beyond for sleep and meals (unlike Luis, she was still responsible enough about her health to go to sleep in her bunk) and she was content enough in that. Tonight was no real exception, and anyone who might actually be looking for her would find her tucked away in the corner where her desk is.

It's late enough that she doesn't expect to be bothered, though, and while she has a few files spread out in front of her, she's sitting for the moment, one elbow propped up against the desk supporting her head as she stares down at a picture held in her other hand.

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[notlewis]

Considering that last time he'd gotten Scarlet Levy to agree to a date with him the two of them had been trapped in virtual mistletoe, Luis was understandably quite pleased with himself.

"Sounds great," he said... and did try hard not to sound like he was terribly excited. He set down the data pad and clicked it off with a little beep, finally looking defeated. "And now, I guess I owe you a bedtime." It really must have been late for him to miss all the possible innuendo there.

[medicalmind.livejournal.com]

Scarlet was willing to let that slide, and she smiled a little, reaching out to take the datapad away from him again.

"Yes, you do. Goodnight."