Checkup

The door creaked open and Fran peeked out to see who knocked. "Oh, Paulie!" Her voice was filled with grateful relief at seeing any face but Zacharie's waiting for her. She blinked a few times as she looked over the scout. Between his messier than normal hair and arms and legs covered in cuts and scrapes, he was in a sorry shape. "You look...erm, not so good. Did you get in a fight with Eric again?" She knew the BLU scout had taken a special interest in tormenting him. That's Eric for you, #1 at making friends.

Testing their strength huh? When he said it like that it made it seem more they were a couple of puppies play-fighting. Actually that was the cutest thing she'd ever imagined in her life. "Hah, honestly I still think you are still getting along with here better than the rest of us combined." She chuckled as she pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. "I think everything should be up to date as far as respawn information goes, but I can always take care of those cuts for you if you would like."

"Oh come on. It's no favor, it's my job." She said with a grin. The scout's refreshingly cheerful demeanor proved to be contagious as she found herself already in a much lighter mood. "Let's head to the OR and I will get some bandages for you." Fran walked to the door to the left of her office, motioning for Paulie to follow.

"Go ahead and take a seat." Fran dug through the bottom cabinet for disinfectant and bandages. "So are you settled in yet? I mean, do you like it here?" She said as she dabbed at one of the larger cuts on his arm. What the hell did Eric do to him, push him down a flight of stairs?

Did he say...boyfriend?

Fran shook her head. She must have misheard him. Not dwelling on it too much, she latched on the the comment about Eric.

"You and everyone else on this base. If that girl doesn't hate you then you must have done something right." What that something was she couldn't possibly fathom. Eric was nothing less than the most rude, unpleasant girl she'd ever had the displeasure of meeting. The memory of their last encounter was still fresh in her mind, as was the desire to cut her apart just to teach her a lesson.

"It took awhile for me to warm up to the others when I first transferred here. We did end up being pretty close after awhile though. You know how it is around here." With all the crazies they got walking through those doors it was nothing short of a miracle that any of these people got along at all.

She shrugged, wrapping a strip of bandage around his freshly-cleansed forearm. "You shouldn't worry too much. The only person on this base who might give you a hard time is Zacharie." Fran pointed a finger in his face, her mouth creasing into a frown. "And if he does you be sure to let me know first! I'll straighten him out." Why was she volunteering to talk to him. Talking to him was the last thing she ever wanted to do again. Though if he did stoop to antagonizing her other teammates, she could probably come up with a few choice words to send his way.

"Ummm." Fran glanced to the side. There really was no need to drag the poor kid into their fight. "Well he is just a...difficult person to deal with. He is selfish and nosy and incredibly conceded...He's an ass, let's just put it that way." Yes, that summed up her feelings toward the spy quite nicely. As long as you leave out all the complicated bits like lying awake in bed thinking about him or constantly wondering if he was thinking of her. Those she wisely kept to herself.