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[littletonoidea]

"This is the audio log of Communications Officer Doug Eiffel of the-- previously of the U.S.S Hephaestus, leave a message and I'll see if I can bear to drag myself away from whatever utterly engaging task I must be doing to not notice my comms--"

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[littletonoidea]

Oh. [And he flops back down again.] So I'm probably beating you on the numbers of times I've been drugged. [In the flattest, dryest tone:] Woohoo?

[cactusy]

[She pauses for a moment, idly poking at his leg with a finger.]

Maybe not. I've been drugged a lot by non-teammates. Hazards of the job.

[And hazards of being held captive and strapped to a bed for eleven months, but she won't count that; that feels like cheating.]

[littletonoidea]

[The poke gets a light shift of his leg to nudge her right back.]

I think I've only been drugged by my team. [He squints at the ceiling.] Is that worse, d'you think?

[cactusy]

It's more annoying.

[Shaw grumbles - because "annoying" is a good word for overzealously protective teammates, but only a good word for malicious enemies when she's purposefully trying to downplay them, which she doesn't really want to do here.]

You being drugged by your team was like... Hilbert trying to hurt you, though, wasn't it?

[littletonoidea]

Actually, some of that was Minkowski.

[With an indulgent tone like Shaw's gonna find it funny.]

So Hilbert and Hera set up knock-out gas in a bunch of the systems, right? For- you know, reasons.

[He's not telling her about his one-man toothpaste mutiny just yet.]

One time the commander got so fed up with Hilbert and me that she kept us knocked out for like, most of a week.