[She frowns when he uses his injured arm, but doesn't argue, just reaches up with both hands to grip the front of his suit to help keep herself in place. The wound is bleeding in that excessive, slightly alarming way that head wounds do, but it isn't terribly deep, just a gash where the inside of her helmet cut her temple.]
It was a joke.
[A bad one, admittedly, but she does as he says and meets his gaze.]
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It was a joke.
[A bad one, admittedly, but she does as he says and meets his gaze.]