“Yeah, I know.” Bobbi admitted, there was no sigh or any sense of anything but honesty behind her words. She did know, you didn’t go into her lifestyle so willingly as she had - you didn’t marry into it, without knowing this was a risk. The fleeting thought that she’d been thinking about… that less lately sort of crossed her mind but it had no chance of sticking right now. That was definitely something to get buried away with other things she couldn’t do a damn thing about. “I think its just because --” Her words were fairly abruptly broken up but her quick push off of the wall and step back to avoid Torunn as she came around the corner. It damn near actually caused Bobbi to laugh out loud (but, admittedly, she didn’t have a whole lot of energy right now and it was draining by the moment).
Smirking she settled herself in her new position and raised an eyebrow, “Whoa there kiddo.” She managed to get in before Sif started in on the other tall blonde.
The literal last thing Torunn needed right now was to have to talk to Sif again or talk to Bobbi or talk to anyone for a solid half hour really. She didn’t even actually intend on doing anything but going back to her apartment, showering, changing, and coming right back… just so she wasn’t sitting there covered in dirt, grime, and who knew what else… but of course she couldn’t just slip off and go to deal with her childish emotions. No. Of course not - Torunn had never prescribed to the ‘when it rains it pours’ idea but… she was definitely starting to be swayed in its direction at this point. “He threatened to get out of bed. I only made sure he did not. His ribs are broken --” It was a guess off of the way he’d moved, how hard yelling and breathing had looked and sounded because even without any actual medical training there were certain things she could spot a mile away. Broken ribs, happened, to not be that uncommon in a damn apocalypse and right now? She was really, really wishing she could trade the pretty minor versions she’d seen her brothers get over the years for this. This was just… so much worse than a finger here a rib there. So much worse than…
She pulled herself in together more tightly, the way her arms sat against her armor so close was almost uncomfortable but she hardly noticed at this point. At this point she just wanted to be gone from here and now she was being forced to linger and… “I should be going.” She said abruptly, Torunn didn’t even really look at either woman and she didn’t want to acknowledge anything Sif had said because it made things… weird. It made things too weird. She wasn’t going to talk about her feelings with… or how she shouldn’t have yelled at… or… “It is not appropriate to be in a medical facility so dirty.” The words were true, but not really to the point of why Torunn was so ready to bolt.
No, no - Torunn was so ready to bolt because that stupid boy in that stupid room had almost gotten himself killed. Had almost assured he’d never see her again. Oh and this? This? Conversing with the Mother she barely remembered who had let Thor… or well some other version of him and… she wasn’t even sure this one liked Thor, let alone would have been romantic with him. The dark haired Asgardian had been nothing even remotely close to shy about how she thought about her version of her Father and…”So, yes I should be going.” It was awkward, it was forced and Torunn only barely managed to keep herself from bolting and making it even more so.
There was talking just outside his door, Francis was sure of that much. He could hear voice, female voices, exchanging some kind of dialogue. It was muddled, cloudy, but it was there nevertheless. He strained himself to try and hear it, to bend his ear, not because he was curious but because he was certain he could recognize at least one of them and it didn’t belong to the one who’d just left his room. He groaned slightly as he tried to move, tried to bend himself so he could better hear, but it was to no avail. If only he hadn’t promised to stay in this stupid bed. If only he’d done what he wanted and gotten out of here…