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[jumpthegun]

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[bookofnope]

[Well that's a change of subject. Has he hit a nerve? Beckett concedes to filing the question away for later. When John mentions blood he can't suppress a faint swallow.]

"We"? You don't need to do anything. There's nothing you can do. I'm keeping in touch with people in the area to prevent further incidents. It's... getting better, bit by bit.

[jumpthegun]

I mean I can talk to the Admin to see if there's anything specifically that I can request. If she knows you're having real problems, she might be able to bend protocols like she did to get Charlie and Charles my supplies.

[bookofnope]

I'd assumed you've already done so and gotten nothing for it. She can't be unaware of the issue. Not now that people have lost body parts.

[jumpthegun]

I didn't want to do anything without your permission, Beckett. [That's another bone to pick at that hasn't really been addressed between them. He'll let it lie if the vampire doesn't comment on it, though.] And Angel's pointed out to other people that she might not be allowed to do anything unless there's been a request for assistance. If you'll allow it, I'll request that assistance.

[bookofnope]

[A faint sound of surprise, and then a long silence. Beckett was not expecting that. His permission? Maybe Clayton really had left him with a skewed perception of what human doctors are like.]

I... thank you. That is considerate. You have my permission, of course. Much as I'd like to say this is purely my business, clearly that's no longer the case.

[jumpthegun]

Mm.

[Well, he's glad they're both on the same page there.]

I'll let you know what she says, then. In the meanwhile, just try to keep away from people, I guess. Already tried asking her if she'd let me redirect MN scrubbers. No good there.