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[This is one stressed, unhappy Claire Fraser. She wipes at her forehead with the back of her hand before looking at the screen, clearly torn between trying to appear professional and not giving a damn and doing nothing to hide her agitation. After moment, the latter wins out.]

If you haven't noticed, the bloody Sanctuary has closed its doors. Look miserable enough and you might be let in, but for now, I wouldn't go to them if you're in need of medical assistance. [Her way of helping--the less people banging at their door, the sooner they might relax. Unlikely, given the state of things, but she'll try where she can. Yet this has soured her opinion of the place, and Lysa.]

I've some things I've collected myself, and I'm sure some of you have managed to borrow supplies, so I suggest we all pool it together. Make our own temporary clinic until they allow us back in. A place to treat everyone, regardless of the madness in the streets. The residential district, preferably. Somewhere out of the way.

Ideally, no one will be hurt, but I don't think that's a realistic goal at this point.

[Looting, riots, vultures... no way blood isn't getting spilled.]

If you're a healer, and you'd like to assist, please do so. If you're hurt, let myself or someone else know. Someone can go to you or fetch you. We must rely on ourselves.

[She hesitates before adding:]

And I suppose if you feel like paying the Sanctuary a visit regardless, I can tell you where things are and what we could use.

[Not too long after this goes live, there's a text file attached with the address of a run down house not far from the starter homes, as well as a list of items that would be appreciated, including food.]

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See, common ground already.

[Don't worry, you'll learn to like his straight forward approach to things. He might even buy this man a beer after having a hole stared into the back of his head.]

You coming down to the medical tent for treatment or to continue to stake your claim?

[ He would probably rather slit his own throat than have common ground with him. Though Jamie's suicidal tendencies right now can't entirely be placed on Rumlow's shoulders.

It's not his fault either how the comment of staking your claim hits Jamie. Off camera his hand runs over where he cut Black Jack's brand from his skin. Covered by clothing and a bandage. ]

I'm going to be there assisting my wife. Ye cannae stake a claim on a person.

[Now there was an untruth if he ever heard one. There was something in that thick accent that made him wonder if this guy believed it too. He was probably reading into it.]

Liar to the second point. People can do what they set their minds to, even if it involves stepping on someone else's throat in the process. Sometimes because they can. Sounds like I'll be seeing you sooner than you'd like.

[ His wife has worked hard to convince him that Black Jack Randall didn't own him. He may have taken his body and pieces of his mental stability, but he didn't have his soul. He didn't own him. Try as he might. But he cannot deny that Randall broke him. Wore him down. Not even the lashings upon lashings had done that. But what happened while he was his captive did. ]

Aye. People can do what they set their minds t'. Including resisting others. Fighting back. Stopping that foot from crushing yer throat.

[ He nods his head. ]

Ye might.

[So, a resister. Which meant there had been something to resist, and no doubt all the wounds that came with that. Now he was definitely curious; there weren't a lot of people who knew the strain of torture, what it did to a man or woman. Most of the people that seemed to know turned out to be embellishing it. What was this guy's story?]

Sounds like you've got experience with that. Probably why you're all hair-trigger with the temper, I suppose. I will. You've made me curious.

[ A very nasty story. When Claire told him of his future and what he would endure he always wondered how he kept going. But now that he's lived it the question hasn't gone away. He wonders why he's still going every day. The only answer that makes any sense is: Claire. ]

Would nae be here if I let others step on my neck.

[ He'd still be in the cell with Randall. ]

So does that mean you're gonna fight me?

[He doubted it would come to that. He was interested to see what this guy could do, but it would come in a different setting he suspected.]

[Here comes the wife again, who has been quietly stalking this.]

I think not.

[Oh, she's back. He has been wondering when that would happen, and he is not disappointed.]

No worries, ma'am. I rarely swing first.

[A little bird named Peggy Carter told her to be careful, and after checking in, Steve confirmed it. And yet here she is.]

Let's keep it that way.

[He's not aware that anyone knows what he can do around these parts. He's only offering his services and level-headed restraint not to punch a husband before the husband punches him.]

Of course. I'm not a savage.

I am curious, though. [NOW she's curious, after being told to stay on her guard.] Did you specialize in protection or something similar, before?

[Interesting leading question when she hadn't been interested before this very moment.]

I was a soldier, ma'am.

During wartime?

[Just simply curious.]

[His voice changes to a much cooler edge.]

Are you asking if I served in real combat, ma'am? You want to know if I saw men dying all around me from war violence to be certain I'll fit the bill for your clinic?

I would have plainly asked that if it's what I was after, Mr. Frag.

[She's oddly pleasant.]

Then what are you after, ma'am?

I'm just curious about a man so eager to stand in the line of fire.

You mean a man offering to protect what you consider putting your life on the line for? 'Cause there's any possible ways for that clinic to take fire, but I'm good at what I do, and I've given you plenty of opportunity to tell me to fly my kite elsewhere and you haven't.

So are you going to make use of my skills, or are you going to waste our time further in questioning my integrity, ma'am?

I don't exactly have lines of volunteers.

[A few, but hopefully a few is all she'll need.]

I'll make use of you. Just keep the testosterone in check.

And with an attitude like that, you won't have many.

Believe me, I know how to keep it nipped and tucked better than most. Forward me the location when you have it.

[Claire doesn't bother to turn the camera away as she rolls her eyes. Her attitude is fine, thank you very much!

Except when it's not, or when she ignores multiple warnings to be careful. Whoops.

He'll get a text file with the address of the makeshift clinic at an inconspicuous house in the residential district that's seen better days.]

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