Daniel couldn't help it. He actually gaped a little when the Tribute pointed to his middle as if he wasn't sure what part of his body did what. Was this guy for real?
He recovered with some difficulty, but not enough to cover up the astonished look; Daniel didn't make it a habit to get shocked into silence, and doing that to a linguist was usually a hard thing to do in the first place. If anything, and Jack was fond of griping about it, Daniel rarely ever ran out of words.
"Er, yes. More right here though." Daniel corrected his aim, there, that's the stomach right there, and feeling the slightest bit surreal that he even had to do it in the first place.
Daniel opened his own bag. It looked about the same. "Same thing." The medicine Beck pulled out looked promising. He touched the little tin that the Tribute had withdrawn. "Would that help on your wound?"
Beck. You have earned this face.
He recovered with some difficulty, but not enough to cover up the astonished look; Daniel didn't make it a habit to get shocked into silence, and doing that to a linguist was usually a hard thing to do in the first place. If anything, and Jack was fond of griping about it, Daniel rarely ever ran out of words.
"Er, yes. More right here though." Daniel corrected his aim, there, that's the stomach right there, and feeling the slightest bit surreal that he even had to do it in the first place.
Daniel opened his own bag. It looked about the same. "Same thing." The medicine Beck pulled out looked promising. He touched the little tin that the Tribute had withdrawn. "Would that help on your wound?"