[ There's a pair of medical scissors in her pack along with sterile gauze, more bandages and tape, but Joan takes a moment to peruse what's left of the kit Sam's provided. She talks with her head ducked, glancing up occasionally to make eye-contact (always important). ]
Not probably. Could have. [ Her tone's admonishing, but not mean-spirited in any way. Just exasperated but ultimately a little fond too. ] Listen, Sam. [ Scissors found, she straightens again and fails to be much taller than she was a moment ago. Joan looks up at him, as squarely as she can. ] The Chief asked me to be your medic. That means your health and your well-being is my responsibility. And just like you've got to do your job as a Spartan, I've got to do my job looking after you.
So you can't keep stuff like this from me, even if you don't think it's a big deal. I need you to trust me. And I need to know I can trust you too. Okay?
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Not probably. Could have. [ Her tone's admonishing, but not mean-spirited in any way. Just exasperated but ultimately a little fond too. ] Listen, Sam. [ Scissors found, she straightens again and fails to be much taller than she was a moment ago. Joan looks up at him, as squarely as she can. ] The Chief asked me to be your medic. That means your health and your well-being is my responsibility. And just like you've got to do your job as a Spartan, I've got to do my job looking after you.
So you can't keep stuff like this from me, even if you don't think it's a big deal. I need you to trust me. And I need to know I can trust you too. Okay?