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Lauren was quiet a second before she pulled off her jacket. It was short-sleeved and infamously cut off at the midriff, so it wouldn't do much except as a blanket - but a warm, leather blanket over somebody who was still shivering their ass off could do a lot of good. Lauren draped it over the patient she had adopted as her own, with as much regard for her modesty as ever, and then plopped down beside Sangue. She draped one bare, toned arm over her teammate's shoulders and sighed.

[color=8882be]"Nah. I think it's a patience game at this point,"[/color] she said. [color=8882be]"They're not gonna warm up any on our timetable, and we're here until Cap and Desire come back with the other survivors anyway."[/color]

She considered throwing on a hospital gown, but she'd rather walk around in a sports bra than look a fucking lunch lady. It was Sangue's modesty that would have concerned her more, had Cap's eyes been around to [i]w a n d e r.[/i]

[color=8882be]"...We could always just talk."[/color] Lauren shrugged and poured each survivor another cup of warm water, pushing them closer to their hands. [color=8882be]"I feel like you're the person I know the least on the team, and we have a couple minutes."[/color]