Her look of displeasure at the idea of drinking from an IV bag was not a surprise to the Engineer; indeed, he had expected it, hence his warning about the needle. The majority of these mercs came from less-than-pleasant backgrounds, so fond- or even neutral- opinions of needles were the exception, not the rule.
It seems today was Jonathan's turn to give a self-satisfied smile as she questioned why he was out here. "Yes, an' I have a sight on ev'ry exit comin' this way," he replied. "Should be enough t' argue f'r a win over a stalemate. As f'r if I'm dying... Don't get me wrong, ma'am, this 's awful. But I've lived in worse. Back East in my home state, you'd see temps like this an' humidity besides. Dry heat like this 's much more comfortable, though it does turn ya int' a raisin a lot faster."
As if to prove what he was saying, the man dispensed himself a bag of his own, breaking off the cap and taking a swig of the contents. He would have used the needle, but he figured this would be more considerate of her feelings on the matter. "Believe it 'r not, yer tongue gets used to it after a couple swallows," he said, trying to be encouraging. "Think I will talk t' some of th' more chemical-minded folks on my team about some sort 'f sweetener t' add on days like this, though."
Returning to the subject of the day's heat, he gestured to her unusually-conservative outfit. "I am glad t' see you coverin' up t'day. You c'n pull off many looks, Mad'lin, but I doubt 'sunburned' looks good even on you."
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