[Buck's been in and out of the ship, he's been helping Daryl and Steve, and he's been watching everyone else carefully. Most of all, he's been helping gather supplies and scouting the immediate area for danger seeing as they have a rather large number of injured milling about at the moment. He's been doing all of this with grace and the sharp accuracy of the assassin he's been turned into until... well, his encounter with the young teen that is now addressing him.
He was fussing with a damaged compartment when he jimmied it a little too strongly and pulled the whole thing down on him, straight out of the wall. He hissed at the bump on his head and for a moment, forgot which language was even the proper one in which to answer.]
Da--yeah.
[He brushes debris from his shoulders and gingerly touches a spot above his left eyebrow that was now dotted with blood. It would heal.]
Fortunately we don't dock points for tardiness ;D
He was fussing with a damaged compartment when he jimmied it a little too strongly and pulled the whole thing down on him, straight out of the wall. He hissed at the bump on his head and for a moment, forgot which language was even the proper one in which to answer.]
Da--yeah.
[He brushes debris from his shoulders and gingerly touches a spot above his left eyebrow that was now dotted with blood. It would heal.]
What about you, kid?