[It's not a move done as quickly as it could've been were he at 100%, but once he's stopped, he turns to grab Lance by his wrist -- visibly aggravated. He's sticky, tired, and now he's being treated like an invalid; dilated pupils search him, trying to decide where to properly glare if he's glaring at kaleidoscope Lance.]
I'm fine. [An immediate correction, barely listening as Lance presses on.] Fix his cart and wheel him off.
[He's just being a dick because his brain got scrambled...plz forgiv.]
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I'm fine. [An immediate correction, barely listening as Lance presses on.] Fix his cart and wheel him off.
[He's just being a dick because his brain got scrambled...plz forgiv.]