"...yeah, uh," says Sean, disembarking from the Esper Express, "I could use a granola bar too if you've got any going spare. We were doing pretty okay on food until the house fell down but it's been a bit."

"We've got plenty for you, sir.  I won't let your girl eat them all on you.  You alright?  Anything else you need?"  He's offered a selection of bars and another yellow Esperade.

He makes a slightly awkward face at 'your girl' and starts to say, while reaching for a granola bar, "I mean, uh, we're not exactly—"

Scarf nomf nomf - pause.

"We're best friends," she says firmly. "These people don't need the whole drama, Sean."

Omf nomf gulp glug scarf snarf.

"...heh." He smiles a little. "Sure, yeah, 'best friends' pretty much covers it." Granola bar and Esperade: acquired. "Thanks."

Whoops.  "Right, sorry.  And for the paperwork, what're your names?"

"I'm Sean Vasile, she's April Turnberry - do you need any of that spelled?"

"Yes, please - funny story, we had a S H A W N once, but everyone spelled it S E A N and he didn't bother correcting it for a month..."  He can take down spellings and put them on The List.

Nibbling his granola bar at a normal and decorous pace as he recites sequences of letters, he gets to the end of it not long after the names are recorded. "Here," he says, offering April the second half of his Esperade since she's already finished hers.

April, already making abnormal and indecorous inroads on her fifth granola bar, grabs the beverage out of his hand and guzzles it.

Poor thing.  "How, uh, how long have you been like this?"  He catches a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, only to see two of his team having a sign-conversation.

Griggs: <Esper one, no guiding, 3 hours.  Guiding, esper one, esper two.  More.>

Williams: <Civilian, emotional distress.  Danger.>

Griggs: <Worth it, surmountable obstacle.  Insurmountable obstacle?  Retreat.>

Williams looks conflicted, while Griggs looks more confident.

Hmm.  There's a thought.

Since April is busy eating, Sean answers, "A few days. I'm not a hundred percent sure how many, to be honest, it's been kind of a lot."

"Awakenings are like that, for most people.  Right, Sleeping Beauty?"

Unfortunately, Tim's sense of professionalism constrains him in several ways.  The most relevant way right now is that he's unwilling to flip off Riggs.  Instead, he signs <monster> and points at her.  He explains for the civvies.  "My backlash is exhaustion, I spent my Hell Week asleep.  So now I'm Sleeping Beauty, and they're all dwarves.  Especially Riggs over there."  He holds a palm flat to the ground, and gestures somewhere around his waist.  She's taller than that, but that doesn't stop soldiers from hassling each other.

"Heh. That's pretty cute."

"Hll Wwk s fckn rght," grumbles April with her mouth full.

Riggs primly responds, "I'm a perfectly respectable height for my size, thank you very much.".  Then she grins about it.  "It took us two months to get him to lighten up a little and crack a joke.  But we should get moving on, unless..?"  She raises an eyebrow at Tim and gestures, <guiding?>.

"Um.  So, my power is strength and durability, and a little bit of regen.  You, uh, you don't seem like you want to go...unguided right now.  If you're willing, you could help me with search and rescue.  You super don't have to, but.  Um.  I heard a rumor that you don't wanna go unguided right now."  Shy little grin?

mmf nomf "God yes I will be your stupid koala backpack."

"Cool.  Um, I don't know how much you.  Er.  Know about guiding norms, it's uh.  Skin contact.  Exclusively for me, right now - I'm.  Anyway.  Even if I wasn't, consent during Hell week would be - uh.  Y'know."  Also your ex-boyfriend best friend is right the fuck here aaaarrrgghhhh.  "Anyway.  We'd just have to, uh.  Koala backpack."  He looks at Riggs and gestures for <Evac?>

Riggs smirks and says nothing.  Griggs, on the other hand, is trying to earn brownie points.  "What he means to say is that espers typically guide each other through fluid exchange, but he's not doing that with anyone right now, especially not someone not in her right mind.  People in Hell Week are often considered unable to meaningfully consent, but I'm not a barracks lawyer.  He's only interested in skin contact in non-bathing-suit areas."