[Her messages always come loud and clear and bluntly even if she doesn't actually say them out loud. She cocks her head towards him, eyes darker than normal, but the rest of her face is a mostly poor imitation of somebody who is truly concerned for his health. At least it works well enough for the other woman who turns her head, looking just as worried.
Fully turning on him, she places a hand in his lap so she can slyly zip him back up as her other hand turns his face this way and that for better lighting.]
You do look kind of green to me. Maybe an allergic reaction? I'll call Happy.
[The woman, the dear heart but nosy as hell, taps Tony on the arm again to wish him well and to give him unsolicited medical advice containing some oddball mixture of prune juice, Pepto Bismol, and a shot of whiskey to ease his stomach.]
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Fully turning on him, she places a hand in his lap so she can slyly zip him back up as her other hand turns his face this way and that for better lighting.]
You do look kind of green to me. Maybe an allergic reaction? I'll call Happy.
[The woman, the dear heart but nosy as hell, taps Tony on the arm again to wish him well and to give him unsolicited medical advice containing some oddball mixture of prune juice, Pepto Bismol, and a shot of whiskey to ease his stomach.]