Sure, no problem! Just give me one... sec... [ with a small frown, she puts her hands together and concentrates real hard on whatever her chakra's doing. and about thirty-odd seconds later... ] Eugh, the worst part about using chakra to burn off alcohol is the dehydration afterwards.
[ she downs the rest of the glass of water that was sitting by her, her chakra settles down, and then she's up and ready to go. ] Who is it that got injured?
[Itachi simply nods, watching the movement of her chakra with fascination -- he's seen a number of unorthodox ways to manipulate chakra in his life, but new techniques were always interesting. He blinks, arching a brow at the comment.]
Have you had that much? [But then again, she is Tsunade's apprentice -- and with what they've been through so far, something to ease the nerves doesn't seem that unlikely at all.
Once again, he has a moment of regret that he's asking her to leave, but concern for his squadmate overrides it. There'll be plenty of time to make it up later (hopefully), once Nic is back at full capacity.]
He's called Nic -- uh, Nicolas Brown. [In case Sakura wants to pull up the file ... or already knows him.] MOstly, his hands are in pretty bad shape.
No, and I've been careful to get rid of what little I have been drinking. But people are always a little more loose-lipped around a fellow drinker. [ sure, she hasn't gotten much out of this other than embarrassment and a few personal details, but she's also building a rapport with people. maybe one day that will come in handy.
also she just likes the taste of spiced wine. ]
But I wouldn't do any medical procedure with even the slightest possibility of my focus not being what it could be.
[ standing, sakura makes a beeline for the door, fully expecting itachi to follow and then lead the way to... wherever it is that they're going. ]
I've talked to him over the blackglass and saw him a few times in the observation deck. What did he do to hurt his hands?
[Itachi concedes that point with a quiet chuckle -- he's seen the truth of it in action, though he's never really tested it for himself. He'd always had more ... direct ways of gathering information, and he'd never been good at socializing in the best of times.]
I think he'd appreciate that.
[He falls into step beside her after a moment -- once they hit the hallway, he gestures vaguely in the direction of the crew quarters, sidestepping a few skellies as he heads out in that direction.]
I'm ... not entirely sure, to be honest. And I didn't want to pry. [He'd been given plenty of other things to think about, and was willing to affect a blind eye in the name of protecting the fragile rapport they were building.] It's not pretty, though.
Injuries rarely are. [ and by rarely she means never.
sakura walks with purpose towards the crew quarters, perfectly fine with lapsing into silence since itachi doesn't know much about what's up with nic's hands. she'll just analyze and deal with it once she sees it. ]
Which room? [ she asks once they're closer to the quarters. ]
Itachi wouldn't call it a completely easy silence that settles between them -- but then again, he's curious about this teammate of his brother's, and too uncertain to ask. Tsunade's apprentice. That in itself is an incredible thing, and if she's come half as far as Naruto under Jiraiya's tutelage then ... well.
A second generation of the great sannin. He hopes their history proves to be less bloody.]
[ sakura looks over at him and really can't help the raised eyebrow or the hint of a wry smile, the same way she can't help the fact that her voice is as dry as the sahara when she says-- ] You haven't talked to your brother recently, have you?
[ sasuke is her problem patient and she has absolutely no qualms about possibly siccing a worried elder brother on him. ]
Nineteen, you said? [ she's looking at the door numbers, walking fairly briskly until--ah. there we go. knock knock. ]
[That stops him short; it's subtle, an almost imperceptible widening of his eyes as he glances at Sakura, before he turns his attention to the hallway once more.]
It's been a little hectic, lately. [His tone has cooled, just a little, now carefully neutral. It's a kneejerk reaction, this need to conceal the depth his concern when it comes to his brother, a product of many years within an organization that could smell weakness like blood. That it carries over to this place can hardly be surprising.] Is he unwell, then?
[And he just nods at that. It might take a minute for him to answer, but he's certain Nic is aware of their presence by now.]
[ joke's on you, itachi and sakura — nic's known for over two minutes now, but he's a rudeass like that. the knocking is pretty funny to him, though, but mostly because he assumes they both remember he's actually very deaf.
lucky for you he'd been expecting you. even if he is making you wait like a butt. to be fair, though, he's been very AGAINST this since the beginning.
which explains the look on his face when he finally opens the door. ]
whAT.
[ his voice may come as a surprise to the girl. till then, they'd only communicated through the network, and seen each other once or twice in the observation deck. but they'd never spoken, giving sakura no reason to know how rough his tone is, the clumsy and untamed way he handles his syllables and pitch. ]
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[ she downs the rest of the glass of water that was sitting by her, her chakra settles down, and then she's up and ready to go. ] Who is it that got injured?
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Have you had that much? [But then again, she is Tsunade's apprentice -- and with what they've been through so far, something to ease the nerves doesn't seem that unlikely at all.
Once again, he has a moment of regret that he's asking her to leave, but concern for his squadmate overrides it. There'll be plenty of time to make it up later (hopefully), once Nic is back at full capacity.]
He's called Nic -- uh, Nicolas Brown. [In case Sakura wants to pull up the file ... or already knows him.] MOstly, his hands are in pretty bad shape.
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also she just likes the taste of spiced wine. ]
But I wouldn't do any medical procedure with even the slightest possibility of my focus not being what it could be.
[ standing, sakura makes a beeline for the door, fully expecting itachi to follow and then lead the way to... wherever it is that they're going. ]
I've talked to him over the blackglass and saw him a few times in the observation deck. What did he do to hurt his hands?
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I think he'd appreciate that.
[He falls into step beside her after a moment -- once they hit the hallway, he gestures vaguely in the direction of the crew quarters, sidestepping a few skellies as he heads out in that direction.]
I'm ... not entirely sure, to be honest. And I didn't want to pry. [He'd been given plenty of other things to think about, and was willing to affect a blind eye in the name of protecting the fragile rapport they were building.] It's not pretty, though.
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sakura walks with purpose towards the crew quarters, perfectly fine with lapsing into silence since itachi doesn't know much about what's up with nic's hands. she'll just analyze and deal with it once she sees it. ]
Which room? [ she asks once they're closer to the quarters. ]
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Itachi wouldn't call it a completely easy silence that settles between them -- but then again, he's curious about this teammate of his brother's, and too uncertain to ask. Tsunade's apprentice. That in itself is an incredible thing, and if she's come half as far as Naruto under Jiraiya's tutelage then ... well.
A second generation of the great sannin. He hopes their history proves to be less bloody.]
Ah -- room nineteen.
[And a moment later, a quiet]
I hope you don't get called on to do this often.
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[ sasuke is her problem patient and she has absolutely no qualms about possibly siccing a worried elder brother on him. ]
Nineteen, you said? [ she's looking at the door numbers, walking fairly briskly until--ah. there we go. knock knock. ]
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It's been a little hectic, lately. [His tone has cooled, just a little, now carefully neutral. It's a kneejerk reaction, this need to conceal the depth his concern when it comes to his brother, a product of many years within an organization that could smell weakness like blood. That it carries over to this place can hardly be surprising.] Is he unwell, then?
[And he just nods at that. It might take a minute for him to answer, but he's certain Nic is aware of their presence by now.]
APOLOGIES FOR THE WAIT ;;
lucky for you he'd been expecting you. even if he is making you wait like a butt. to be fair, though, he's been very AGAINST this since the beginning.
which explains the look on his face when he finally opens the door. ]
whAT.
[ his voice may come as a surprise to the girl. till then, they'd only communicated through the network, and seen each other once or twice in the observation deck. but they'd never spoken, giving sakura no reason to know how rough his tone is, the clumsy and untamed way he handles his syllables and pitch. ]