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Shannon Rutherford (ballerinadreams) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

Nodding, Shannon gave the Doctor another sympathetic smile. "A little, yeah. I do that when I'm tired, too. Ramble, that is," she replied. It was hard to string together coherent sentences sometimes under exhaustion and stress, Shannon knew. She thought maybe she might know it better than most people, actually, when she really considered it.

"It's not a bad one, Doctor, it's just...you know, yeah. There's people missing." It was disconcerting to see the Doctor so far off his game and Shannon didn't even really know him that well. It was basically just what he showed her that she knew. From the first time she'd met him, though, and he'd wanted to explore - or, as he'd said, go on an adventure - she'd been able to tell that he was a motivated individual. Intelligent and motivated; pushing antsy. Not this morning and she felt uncomfortable with that even as she felt sympathetic.

Of course there wouldn't be a tattoo, Shannon realized a little too late. That was stupid. Dean hadn't even known who he was, much less who anyone else around him, including his own little brother. If the Doctor knew who she was, and didn't seem to be terribly disoriented, then that wasn't what was wrong. Maybe he really was just exhausted. Shannon nodded. It surprised her when he confided in her and when he asked her not to tell because he didn't want people to panic, she had a fleeting thought, wondering to herself why the hell he thought she wouldn't panic. Instead of speaking, she nodded tersely. "Maybe instead of going out, you should get some rest," she suggested. She didn't think she needed to say why.