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NIght 50: West Wing, North Hall 1-B
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There was no one here yet. And wasn't that strange? If she remembered correctly, there was a male patient block here. Even if it was away from the others, it should still be fairly well occupied. Were they all just staying in for the night? It was also odd that no one from the female block had come up this way yet either. Either it was just too early, or something had happened in her absence that kept others from coming this way unless they had a larger group with them (or not at all).
Callisto stopped to shine her light down into the adjacent hall, seeing if she could pick out anyone heading out of their room. She thought she heard the sounds of people moving about on the other side of the wall, so it couldn't be completely empty. Was there any point in waiting around? She didn't need someone to accompany her, and it had only slowed her up in the past anyway.
She would wait a bit, perhaps, if only to sate her own curiosity before moving on.
There was no one here yet. And wasn't that strange? If she remembered correctly, there was a male patient block here. Even if it was away from the others, it should still be fairly well occupied. Were they all just staying in for the night? It was also odd that no one from the female block had come up this way yet either. Either it was just too early, or something had happened in her absence that kept others from coming this way unless they had a larger group with them (or not at all).
Callisto stopped to shine her light down into the adjacent hall, seeing if she could pick out anyone heading out of their room. She thought she heard the sounds of people moving about on the other side of the wall, so it couldn't be completely empty. Was there any point in waiting around? She didn't need someone to accompany her, and it had only slowed her up in the past anyway.
She would wait a bit, perhaps, if only to sate her own curiosity before moving on.
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Oliver was still on his feet and talking, which was a bit of silver lining, but it took Zevran several moments to pay attention to the words and their meanings. He would have hated to admit that the episode had unbalanced him, but here he was, less sure with each passing moment. There were only so many more oddities that could be fit into this night before he had his fill. A quick glance at the strangers caught in the hall with them made it clear to Zevran that he and Oliver were not alone in their displeasure. He didn't like the picture it was painting.
"People like our new friend are rarely satisfied with subtlety," he sighed through the aftermath in his brain. "Although I do hope that his complimentary closer is not a habit of his. It will get very old very fast. You're well, though, yes?"
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Oliver raised his free hand to rub at his temples, the gesture formed more by habit than any real hope that it would drive off the dregs of the ache rattling around his skull. He resisted the urge to shake his head to dislodge the ringing; it was more likely to ruin his balance.
"I'm fine," he replied after a moment. "Been worse after a bad concert. How about you? Are you good to keep moving?"