[ She's been speared before. Stabbed, shanked, taken gunshots and blasters head on. The injuries old enough not to have been treated with Starfleet technology still leave scars up and down her body that he's more than well aware of, but the fact is, Sara's just not all that afraid of dying.
Maybe it's stupid, or reckless, or a combination of both. Maybe it's a commentary on how bad her past really was. But she doesn't really think about how that effects other people. The few that she lets in close enough.
She glances up at him a moment, something curious lingering there before finally, she asks. ]
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Maybe it's stupid, or reckless, or a combination of both. Maybe it's a commentary on how bad her past really was. But she doesn't really think about how that effects other people. The few that she lets in close enough.
She glances up at him a moment, something curious lingering there before finally, she asks. ]
You okay?