[Shaw does not actually come out and say Hey, can I continue to crash in Steve's spare room as I ride out my death toll?, but several days go by without her kicking herself out, so that ends up being what happens. She doesn't leave often, and when she does, she typically comes back fast. Under ordinary circumstances after an injury, she'd be itching to get back to the job - but these aren't ordinary circumstances, and here, she doesn't yet have a job to get back to. So she just... hunkers down, and she sleeps a lot. It's fine. She's doing great.
One outing takes a little longer than usual, and has her limping a bit as she makes her way back, messing around with the edge of her t-shirt to keep it from brushing up against the bandages that are wrapped around her middle and could probably already do with being changed. This would probably be a bad time to run into Steve or B, who both strike her as good, wholesome boys who would be completely freaked out by knife tattoos.
So, of course, she just happens to arrive on level 7 at the same time as B himself, and she stops dead, trying very much not to look (or feel) like a trouble-making sixteen-year-old sneaking through the back window after having gotten up to some mischief.]
Uh. Hey.
[She says, discreetly shifting her arm so as to try to hide the small bloodstain on the side of her shirt.]
cw: scarification
One outing takes a little longer than usual, and has her limping a bit as she makes her way back, messing around with the edge of her t-shirt to keep it from brushing up against the bandages that are wrapped around her middle and could probably already do with being changed. This would probably be a bad time to run into Steve or B, who both strike her as good, wholesome boys who would be completely freaked out by knife tattoos.
So, of course, she just happens to arrive on level 7 at the same time as B himself, and she stops dead, trying very much not to look (or feel) like a trouble-making sixteen-year-old sneaking through the back window after having gotten up to some mischief.]
Uh. Hey.
[She says, discreetly shifting her arm so as to try to hide the small bloodstain on the side of her shirt.]