The Swiss doctor puts on an innocent look as she steps through the doorway. Her hands were clasped behind her back and she leans forward just enough to poke her head into the room and look around curiously.
She was also making sure it was actually safe to enter the room first, but she still wanted to be polite so…
“Staring would be rude, darling.” Angela responds playfully with a natural smile forming on her face. She takes his acknowledgement of her presence as an invitation to come in. It does not take long before her eyes are studying his movements, specifically which pieces of scrap metal he chooses to keep and which to put to the side. Mako was a man she never really found herself talking to much. It wasn’t because he was a criminal, she does not judge based on background. The woman has actually worked with mob bosses before and other not so ‘pure’ people in the world for money and favors, but that’s a secret practice that she won’t speak of. In reality, she just never found the time to sit down and get to know the man. With some free time available to her she decided to finally stop by and just have a conversation with him outside of doctor’s room.
“I do hope you don’t mind me intruding. I actually wanted to come in and just…” There’s a brief pause and she chews at the inside of her cheek for a moment. How would it sound if she said she just wanted to talk? Odd, right? So she says the next best thing. “just… see if you needed any help at all! I have some spare time… Why not help others then, right?”
Mako never looked at the other as she spoke, busying himself with his previous task. No one ever bothered him when he was in his quarters let alone when he was out and about. No one ever bothered him with the offer to help either. He never asked for it, never really wanted it. He had lived by himself in that hellscape of radiated Australia long enough to know the only one you can depend on was yourself. Jamison might argue they depended on one another, might even argue the two of them were friends, but Mako would never fully admit to that. The damned Rat had dragged him into his business and refused to let him go since then. At least he was promised half the money for whatever treasure he found.
It almost seemed as if he wouldn’t respond to her and he was tempted to just ignore the offer, but the good doctor wasn’t the most irritating of the whole group. She made sure wounds were mended and her team got out alive. She never really bothered him that much either.
“Know the difference between a screw ‘n a bolt?” He mumbled, never pausing from his work.
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