Barbara | Crichton
"Oh." John frowned at the news about the wheelchair. "Damn....Sorry to hear that." What else could he say? It had to suck. But she was clearly better now, walking around. "Glad you got better." He sipped his drink and offered a smile. Not as cocky or jovial as the other grins, but something sympathetic in it. "I don't hear much of people recovering from something like that. Tech must've come a long way where you come from."
Lawyers. Riiiight. John shook his head, realizing just how crazy Barbara's universe had to be. "Well, shit. I mean, guess a good lawyer can let you get away with anything." Still sucked, that was for sure. Too bad Peacekeepers didn't do the whole legal thing. At least, as far as he knew.
"So...lemme get this straight. You have these awesome new legs, but you're not out there dancing? Seems like a waste."