[Though not a medical expert, Horse is satisfied with the results of her rough examination. She digs a flask out of some unimaginable place-- she does have like five hundred pants pockets going up and down her very long legs-- and squeezes it into Bella's grimy fingers. She also gives Bella's shoulder a thump for reinforcement too. The combination should be better than an energy bar!! Ambient terror being part of the recipe, judging by the peaky undertone to Bella's face.
Inside the flask, there's moonshine. Bella can smell it from five inches away, if she opens it.]
You a ninja in your dreaming life, then? [Horse inquires, pleasantly, even as she's turning her attention back the way she came. Because she's not a medical expert, she doesn't do things like provide specific dosage instructions with the ~medication~ that she offers.] That your nunchucks in there? [She jerks her head back at the boxes between Bella's feet without looking, and starts to tilt her lanky frame into a crouch. Not calling the vicinity clear just yet, but working on visual confirmation.]
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Inside the flask, there's moonshine. Bella can smell it from five inches away, if she opens it.]
You a ninja in your dreaming life, then? [Horse inquires, pleasantly, even as she's turning her attention back the way she came. Because she's not a medical expert, she doesn't do things like provide specific dosage instructions with the ~medication~ that she offers.] That your nunchucks in there? [She jerks her head back at the boxes between Bella's feet without looking, and starts to tilt her lanky frame into a crouch. Not calling the vicinity clear just yet, but working on visual confirmation.]