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After the battle, the warriors' task was over. Their job, for now, was to rest and recover for the time being.

The healers' job, on the other hand, was far from over. Some exhausted from the battle, others rotating in, they took to their bay and continued the process of treating the wounded. Some patients were free to leave in a few minutes, while others would have some time (or quite some time) on the cots. Their mission: relax. Stay as still as possible.

Unfortunately, the temptation of so many familiar faces alive and about would ultimately prove to be too great. Keeping track of this group was going to be a third task all its own.

[this is a free for all for all your injured! Have them socialize, be thorns in the medics' side, try to escape, or bring the medics together for some action. Just note in your post if you'd like a medic to visit your character---if not, it's time for a chat!]

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"Aye, well, who knows how long I'll be stuck here?" Jamie comments, automatically turning towards the sound of Rachel's voice. He's glad to see she's not hurt - although he has to wonder how she managed to look like she's not been fighting at all. Maybe it's some mysterious thing lassies can do.

"It's lighter armour," he points out. "Good for speed, but not quite as good as preventing ye from taking the odd blow here or there." He grimaces a little, reaching a hand around to rub at the small of his back. "That ice didn't help matters, I'll admit, but it was better once we were able to get the Zords."

"Fair enough," Rachel agrees, taking a seat by him. Because, frankly, she is a bit tired. And while she might not have anything physical to show for the fight, at least there's that.

She listened to his explanations of the armour, arms folded over her chest slightly. "I guess so," she says, with a raised eyebrow. "I can't say much when it comes to giant robots or whatever, though."

Part of him is a little relieved to see her sit, and not just because it proves she's not completely unaffected by the battle. A great deal of it is because he was a slightly worried she was going to insist she was perfectly fine and he'd have to try and argue her into sitting down. He's a little too tired himself to try and outstubborn her right now.

"I can't say as I've had much experience with them myself. Well," he amends, "using them to fight with. I've fought a few in my day, but that's not quite the same thing."

Rachel settles a bit as they talk. She's not entirely sure how long she'd be staying, but she figured that she could at least keep Jamie company, at least for a little while.

"And I've got none," she shrugged. "And yeah, that's kind of different. Still counts for something though, I guess."

"Did they not have robots back in your world?" he asks, genuinely curious. "Marco seemed to know what they were that one time we were watching that 'Androids' program."

Maybe Rachel's from a different time than she is, but they seemed to know each other when everyone was affected by the clock. Or maybe she just doesn't have any interest in robots, which he supposes he could understand. "Or is it ye just don't care for them?"

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"And Marco watches too much TV," she says with a nonchalant shrug. "Sure, I know what they are, and I've seen some things like that. Just not so much in the fighting against them category, or anything." And most of the Pemalites back home hadn't really been up to fighting, so fighting with was out, too-- for the most part.

"I guess I just don't care that much, yeah," she said, frowning. "So how come you do have robot experience? I don't get that you're from a particularly advanced world. No offence."

"Oh, I'm from Earth," Jamie says easily enough. "It's just...aye, well, it might sound a bit daft to ye, but I'm from an earlier time than a lot of people on the ship. Most of them, actually, although I'd not say it'd work quite the same for the ones from different worlds."

Which doesn't really explain the robot part of things so much, he realizes, but it might help if she gets an idea of when he's from first. Because she might very well think he's completely mad if he doesn't. Well, she might think he's completely mad, anyway.

"I was born in seventeen hundred and twenty nine. That would be Earth years, mind ye."

Rachel frowns a bit at all that, listening closely to what Jamie is telling her. She isn't terribly surprised by the news that he was from an earlier time period-- the way he talks and dresses kind of speaks to that, even if she isn't really an expert on history or anything.

The year, however, was a bit surprising. Rachel raises one eyebrow at that, showing her incredulity a bit, before she says, "So way long ago then."

"For most people? Aye, I'd say so. So I'd not ever seen anything like computers or robots or even electric lights. But then I met this man with a wee blue box and started to travel with him."

Rather a lot, to say the least. He doesn't flat out say the TARDIS is a time machine, but Rachel's a clever lass. He thinks she'll be able to figure it out.

Rachel rose her eyebrows at Jamie as it started to sink in. Okay, so that was weird.

"Huh." Rachel replied, a kind of thoughtful noise as she figured it out in her head. Then she smiled an almost playful sort of smile. "Okay, so maybe that's kind of cool." That explained how he could be from that year but not be totally out of his element here. And, you know, have experience fighting robots and things like that. Cool.

Jamie gives her a rather crooked smile in return. "Ah, I thought ye might figure that one out. I don't know about your world, but in mine, there's not many who can do what we do...er, did. Even here, I'd not say that too many people would think of it as something other than a story, if it weren't for Stacy being able to do the same thing."

He unconsciously taps a finger on his opposite hand, lips pursing thoughtfully. "Well, more or less, anyway. I'm not sure it works exactly the same with her. But at any rate, it's not something ye can just talk about and have people believe ye."

"Far as I know? Not so common back home, either." Not totally unheard of, but still. It was kind of an imprecise science as far as she knew.

She kind of half smiles at that, "Dimensions, time. Whatever." With a shrug, she adds, "I guess it still seems kind of out there for most people, though."

"Aye...nngh." The 'Nngh' seems to stem from the fact that the longer he has to sit, the more uncomfortable it's becoming. With a small groan, he pushes himself to his feet, deciding to try and see if that helps any.

It does, a little, and he lets out a small sigh of relief before turning back to Rachel. "As I was saying, aye. It was worse, though, back before I woke up here. Half the time I'd only have to mention the word 'TARDIS' and the Doctor would be elbowing me to get me to shut up about it."

Rachel watches him closely for a moment, silently but obviously raising an eyebrow at him as she shifts onto his feet, saying nothing on it for now, or comment on him pushing himself or anything. Then she laughs slightly, almost bitterly, at what he says, rolling her eyes, "I think I understand that." Secret keeping was kind of standard fare for her, now, after all. "Still, that's pretty wild."

He sees that eyebrow though, and apparently has had some experience with that particular look before. "Don't worry, I'll not start walking around or anything, but it's not particularly fun to sit at the moment."

Luckily, he chooses not to show her the large and painful-looking bruise in that general area, but from the way he gingerly places a hand on the small of his back for moment, it's fairly evident something is bothering him around there.

"You're lucky you'd not gotten as badly hu...hey, ye don't really look hurt at all, come to think of it. Did someone tend to ye already?"

"Alright, whatever works," Rachel says in reply, giving a half shrug, even if her eyes narrowed slightly. She wasn't quite worried, but still. If he said he was fine, then whatever, he was fine. Though she does notice that expression. She wasn't too surprised he was hurt, but still.

Then she shrugs again at that. "Uh, not exactly. I've got my own ways of dealing with it." ~~Besides an uncanny ability to be perfect at all times.~~

Jamie sniffs. "Just like a lassie to be all mysterious about that sort of thing." Even though his expression looks to be serious, there's that faint teasing note to his voice, and a slight twinkle in his eye.

Injured he may be, but he can't help but try and pick on her just a little. She's a friend, and he has to do that once in awhile. It also may help her think he's not so injured, which could be a good thing. He saw that narrowing of her eyes.

"Aye, well," he says, more seriously. "I suppose as things go, we're not so badly off. It could have been a lot worse."

"Of course," Rachel says mischievously. "A girl has to have her secrets, right?" She was okay with the teasing, this time. Plus, it is good to see he's okay. Even if she doesn't believe it totally.

Then she nods. "Yeah. Could have been worse." She frowns, taking a sidelong glance toward some others. She could see some worse injuries from there. "I guess your armour did a good enough job, and morphing took care of me."

"Right." He's grateful for the armor, as it's saved his life more than once, and the extra boost to his fighting hasn't hurt there either. Especially in this case, where he can see some of the others and how badly they've been hurt.

That last thing she says catches his attention, however, and he turns away from watching the other patients and gives her a curious look. "Ye call it morphing as well?"

Rachel nods to him, at that. "Basically, yeah. There's not really many better words for it, right?" Well there were some, but morphing was one of the better ones, probably. "So what, yours is like some morphing Power Ranger thing?" she asked.

((ooc: let me know if that's not okay dfgdfgd))

"Well, aye, of course it is," Jamie replies, sounding a little confused. "Billy built it, after all."

For all that talk in the past about the sacred threads and people's stories getting spread through the multiverse, it doesn't really occur to him that Rachel might be thinking of the tv show when she mentioned it. Pop culture references tend to go over his head most times, for obvious reasons. He just assumes that she knows somehow about Billy being the Blue Ranger from being on the ship.

"They're not quite like the one he's got, though," he adds thoughtfully. "The plans were a bit different."

(( OOC: it's perfectly fine! Jamie just...doesn't get it, lol. ))

"Right," Rachel says, rolling her eyes just a little bit. Okay, so maybe she shouldn't have expected that to make sense to Jamie. Since he is from the past. By a lot. Pop culture references were not going to start making sense to him just because they were pulled into some kind of science fiction world.

"Fair enough," she says finally, shrugging it off. "But what works works, right?"

"Aye," Jamie agrees, then happens to glance over and spot Martha, who happens to be heading over to the exam area with Jamie's chart. Apparently it's his turn. He gives an apologetic look to Rachel as he moves that way himself.

"I've got to go. I'll see ye later, aye?"

Rachel glances in the same direction as him, seeing the woman heading their way. One of the doctors.

"Right," she says, shrugging, before she straightens up, and turns to leave with a wave over her shoulder. "See you, then."

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