( He doesn't reply, just simply changes course. McCoy glares daggers at a sailor lingering outside the few cabins assigned to the women, shooing him away at last and knocking on the door.
He announces himself before he enters, another pilfered blanket under his arm, a bag full of oranges for all of the women, and a steaming mug he takes right to Una. )
Should have figured he'd spring you. How are you feeling?
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He announces himself before he enters, another pilfered blanket under his arm, a bag full of oranges for all of the women, and a steaming mug he takes right to Una. )
Should have figured he'd spring you. How are you feeling?