[ Oh, that's bad. Chell immediately starts digging in her purse for tissues or a handkerchief, something. Nothing. Before she can find something else in the shed, though, Numbers is offering her his jacket.
Nodding, she holds out a hand for his knife -- and then huffs, incongruously annoyed by the question. Who needs to talk in a situation like this? ]
No, [ she signs one-handed. ] Don't make me write it all out, damn it. You have bigger worries, you know. [ She gestures at his face, and extends her hand for the knife again. ]
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Nodding, she holds out a hand for his knife -- and then huffs, incongruously annoyed by the question. Who needs to talk in a situation like this? ]
No, [ she signs one-handed. ] Don't make me write it all out, damn it. You have bigger worries, you know. [ She gestures at his face, and extends her hand for the knife again. ]