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He awoke slowly, taking in the soft beeps and faint thrum of engines around him. They’d been disconcerting when his team was first stationed on the Minerva, but he’d gotten used to them, just like he’d – no, that couldn’t be right. The Minerva had gone down on the moon. And the moon was gone, so he had to be on another ship. He’d be able to figure it out if his head would stop hurting; he hadn’t felt this groggy since Neo-Genesis, when the Destiny had been shot down –

He’d been shot down.

The fight over Zokoz II came back to him in a flash. He struggled to sit up, but it was hard enough just to open his eyes in the bright medbay, and one of his arms was wrapped in some sort of plaster, making it awkward just to scramble just to angle himself slightly upright against the pillow. “What happened?” he choked, his voice coming out hoarse with disuse.

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"I'm fine," he lied blatantly.

More smiles, of course you are. Dabbing at Shinn's forehead.

"You were very brave."

Shinn sank back onto the pillow, frowning. "Just tell me already."

"I wasn't there myself." Leaning back and just watching, still grinning. "You should ask Kira."

"Just -- the Ohm? The planet?"

She smiles again, warmed that his first concern is protecting the planet.

"The Ohm retreated. And the planet..." Her smile fades. "It had to be abandoned."

"Idiots," he growled. "A bunch of superdimensional crazies running around and they didn't have anything to protect themselves..."

"We of Earth and the PLANTS fared no better." It's not said harshly, quite the opposite.

"We're here saving universes and they're not," grumbled Shinn.

Despite his attitude, she offers a small smile. "You went to great lengths to protect beings that you are now insinuating were unworthy."

"So what if I did?"

Just a smile!

"Would you like some water?"

"No, I want to catch up on what happened to the ship! I want an omnicomm or something...!"

Ignoring his request, she reaches over to a nearby table and produces a glass of cold water, which she offers with a smile. You need to rest, Mister.

"No," he said stubbornly.

Suit yourself. She retreats a little, still holding the water and smiling.

"If you're going to insist upon getting out of bed at any time, please note that there's a rail to the left." For when you fall over, silly boy.

"I'm not going to get out of bed now," he scowled. "I just want to get debriefed!"

She taps her index finger against her chin in thought. And then, eureka!

"Then you should wait for someone to come and do that." Helpful Lacus is helpful. And also, stalling you.

"Or you could get me a computer."

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