[ Here's the thing: she's got her pride as a medic, and there's something sterile and disconcerting about being treated by a glorified tin can that's rubbing at her nerves the wrong way. ( Or maybe she's just trying to stay distracted. ) Aria's had a lifetime of nosiness to develop a sense for when it's a good idea — and when it's not. She tries to be courteous about it, mostly. She's not so hypocritical that she would not give someone the breadth of space they need while insisting upon her own. Usually, mostly, whenever she can, to the best of her abilities. Et cetera.
But she's annoyed and honestly a little rattled from where-she's-been to where-she-is that the usual bets are off. She's gets up the moment she's able to, snatches her codex from the little table beside the cot, picks a direction and starts walking in it. It's how she ends up catching the last of — whatever the fuck is going on there. It's too grotesque to be a Sin Eater, but it's the first thought she has anyway. There's a small crowd of — humanoid, this time — staff members crowded around the thing. Whatever struggle it(?) puts up is neutralized quickly, and it's not long before they start filtering out, one by one.
She stays, though. Hard to say why. Courtesy and propriety dictate that she really should mind her own business. Instead — her shoulder's is leaning against the doorframe, her codex held loosely at her side. The free hand's trying to work at some knot on her neck on the opposite side, on-and-off. She's not doing much else except watching him, and once she eventually notices that he's awake— ]
You caused quite the commotion earlier. [ The polite thing to say would be hello, maybe. ]
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But she's annoyed and honestly a little rattled from where-she's-been to where-she-is that the usual bets are off. She's gets up the moment she's able to, snatches her codex from the little table beside the cot, picks a direction and starts walking in it. It's how she ends up catching the last of — whatever the fuck is going on there. It's too grotesque to be a Sin Eater, but it's the first thought she has anyway. There's a small crowd of — humanoid, this time — staff members crowded around the thing. Whatever struggle it(?) puts up is neutralized quickly, and it's not long before they start filtering out, one by one.
She stays, though. Hard to say why. Courtesy and propriety dictate that she really should mind her own business. Instead — her shoulder's is leaning against the doorframe, her codex held loosely at her side. The free hand's trying to work at some knot on her neck on the opposite side, on-and-off. She's not doing much else except watching him, and once she eventually notices that he's awake— ]
You caused quite the commotion earlier. [ The polite thing to say would be hello, maybe. ]