[ Medically speaking, Dinah Laurel Lance was dead. For two months, eleven days, and eighteen hours, that was true, but she woke up all the same in a white room with geometric shapes in relief on the walls, a rolling night table, and a giant screen that took up one of the walls almost entirely. Standing at the side of the bed was a woman in black, hair cropped short, muttering under her breath with a white woman who was still out of focus. ]
She's gonna be freaked out. Trust me. I've done intake before; if I can tell someone they're part alien, I can handle this. [ Daisy with the short hair glanced back at where Laurel stirred, then assessed the other woman with her. ] Hurry, I think she's waking up.
[ Dr. Radcliffe's system was ... experimental, to say the least—not only because android technology was in its nascent stages still, but also because downloading the memories from an already dead brain was a little like downloading files from a fried hard drive. That's the analogy Fitz had offered her, anyway, just before he'd eagerly announced that he'd managed it and that Laurel should (operative word) be fine. Still, Daisy was tasked with evaluation and intake for what would potentially be the first LMD agent that the Secret Warriors might have. ]
Laurel? Can you hear me? [ She approached the bed. ] How are you feeling?
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[ Medically speaking, Dinah Laurel Lance was dead. For two months, eleven days, and eighteen hours, that was true, but she woke up all the same in a white room with geometric shapes in relief on the walls, a rolling night table, and a giant screen that took up one of the walls almost entirely. Standing at the side of the bed was a woman in black, hair cropped short, muttering under her breath with a white woman who was still out of focus. ]
She's gonna be freaked out. Trust me. I've done intake before; if I can tell someone they're part alien, I can handle this. [ Daisy with the short hair glanced back at where Laurel stirred, then assessed the other woman with her. ] Hurry, I think she's waking up.
[ Dr. Radcliffe's system was ... experimental, to say the least—not only because android technology was in its nascent stages still, but also because downloading the memories from an already dead brain was a little like downloading files from a fried hard drive. That's the analogy Fitz had offered her, anyway, just before he'd eagerly announced that he'd managed it and that Laurel should (operative word) be fine. Still, Daisy was tasked with evaluation and intake for what would potentially be the first LMD agent that the Secret Warriors might have. ]
Laurel? Can you hear me? [ She approached the bed. ] How are you feeling?