What would be rude? Ignoring that offered hand up... if Will's attention wasn't so obviously on his knee. He'd had a very full five minutes, so Sam couldn't fault him for focusing on one thing at a time. She folded her hands and opened her mouth to answer, but Breakdown spoke before she could. She didn't mind that, though the glance Will cast at the 'Con's interior fed a faint uneasiness in her; he'd been away from his mom (had to be his mom: he hadn't corrected her, and they resembled each other enough she was sure) a little while, but that little while was long enough.
(for the woman to wake and flip shit)
Still, Sam answered---once she had an opening. “Yeah, I can do other things. But fixing 'bigger stuff' depends. For fixing, I'm more or less limited to stuff you can see. Like, a scrape, a burn, a scar, a bruise? That I can do, no problem, but I can't do deep.” She shrugged a little, shifting to cross her arms.
“If it was a bad burn, the tissue at and under a certain depth would stay damaged. Or, say, if someone had a puncture wound that went in enough, I could have it fine on top, but that last bit left would still bleed until it stopped on its own.”
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(for the woman to wake and flip shit)
Still, Sam answered---once she had an opening. “Yeah, I can do other things. But fixing 'bigger stuff' depends. For fixing, I'm more or less limited to stuff you can see. Like, a scrape, a burn, a scar, a bruise? That I can do, no problem, but I can't do deep.” She shrugged a little, shifting to cross her arms.
“If it was a bad burn, the tissue at and under a certain depth would stay damaged. Or, say, if someone had a puncture wound that went in enough, I could have it fine on top, but that last bit left would still bleed until it stopped on its own.”