Sylvie didn’t flinch at the burn of the disinfectant. She was much cooler than that. Or she liked to believe that anyway. She wasn’t going to be like those superhero’s in the movies that didn’t even blink when getting attacked but flinched when the cute nurse touched the wounds. Although that was how the superhero got the girls. Maybe Sylvie should’ve acted like it hurt. But she had her own style of flirting. “Well Doctor Day...” Sylvie paused trying to think of something clever and flirty, when she couldn’t think of anything, she sighed, “Damn, I can’t think of anything smooth. I think that cut came with a concussion or something, this isn’t like me.” Sylvie was supposed to be good at stuff like this. She could sweet talk a government official into giving her information. Apparently she couldn’t flirt with her girlfriend on command.

Sylvie smiled at her girlfriend’s reaction. It wasn’t rare to see Sylvie smiling around Sloan. Which was funny, because Sylvie was never the most happy-go-lucky. In fact, she could be called grumpy. Not with Sloan though. The two of them were adorable together.

Of course there were downsides to their relationship. Like all relationships this day and age, there’s always the chance one of them won’t make it. Lately, Sylvie found herself worrying that Sloan might get infected, especially with her working in the hospital. Sylvie knew that Sloan was really careful and had buckets of disinfectant, but accidents happened. And Sylvie dreaded to think of what was going through Sloan’s mind whenever Sylvie went out. It was a dangerous game they were playing, falling in love during an apocalypse.

Sylvie didn’t voice her concerns though, she never does. Well, unless its late at night, because for some reason Sylvie gets all emotional when she’s tired.

“I know, I’m trying to make sure you aren’t nervous or anything by flirting with you.” Of course that was a complete lie. Maybe Sylvie said that because she was trying to distract herself from the needle piercing her skin. Maybe Sylvie just likes flirting at inappropriate moments. Maybe both. We will never know.

Sylvie smiled at Sloans flustered reaction, “And you’re super hot.” She replied, mentally congratulating herself on her flirting skills. What? She was actually really smooth for once. Sylvie took a breath trying to forget about the stabbing feeling in her temple that was caused by the needle in her skin. The only way she was really going to forget about it, though, was by talking, “Okay, I know its been forever since we’ve seen each other, what with my missions and your hospital shifts, so I’m free tonight... what about you? Maybe we could actually eat dinner together?” It was killing Sylvie not being able to see Sloan, more so than the government and the dazers which were actually trying to kill her. And maybe they couldn’t go out for a fancy dinner like her mothers used to be able to. Maybe they couldn’t enjoy the luxuries of years past. But that didn’t mean they couldn’t be together and act like a semi-normal couple. God, it really wasn’t fair though, was it? Why couldn’t they just be... normal? Why did they have to be saving the world?

Sylvie brought her good hand up to her cheek where the stitches were, “So how long do these have to stay on? More importantly, will it leave a scar because I don’t need another one.” Not that Sylvie should even care anymore. She always looked like hell these days. The lack of sleep left bags under her eyes, and it wasn’t like she had access to makeup. The only thing that she hoped was that her looking like hell instilled terror in the people she was fighting. Not that it mattered, the guns usually accomplished that task. And the other girls with equally intimidating expressions and guns. Being part of an all girls rebellion was pretty fun at times.

“So what time are you going to be let out of this prison?” Sylvie asked, “Because I have nothing to do for the rest of the day.” Well, Sylvie could go talk to the other girls, but she didn’t want to do that. No, she didn’t like them as much as she liked Sloan.

Sylvie grinned, “Cool. I’ll do my best to keep them intact.” She actually wasn’t very good at that. A year ago she had gotten a large gash on her left leg and had to get stitches, instead of following the doctor’s orders and giving the arm some rest, she promptly got into a fight and tore three of the five stitches. Needless to say the doctor wasn’t happy to restitch them.

“No, Sloan, it’s a prison. It’s keeping me from seeing you.” Sylvie gave Sloan her best pouty look. But Sylvie’s pout turned into a smile when Sloan said that they could go get dinner. “Get your...oh- what’s it called? Your... jakke? No... coat. That’s the word. Coat.” Jesus Christ it took her forever to get the right word. Its not like she spoke english on a daily basis or anything. Oh wait, she does.

Sylvie was instantly pulled out of the hospital. When they got outside the sun was setting and the sky was a mix of blue and pink. There was a thick forest that surrounded the area, while the whole base was basically cleared, so the only plant life inside the “circle” was grass and the occasional shrub. She was pretty sure someone had tried to grow flowers at one point, but whatever happened to them she wasn’t sure. There were a number of stout stone buildings with flat roofs throughout the base, each separated by a large space of plain grass. Some buildings were obstructed from her view by small hills. The hospital had a surprisingly large amount of space around it, which sometimes was an issue when someone needed to be transported from another building. She wasn't exactly sure what the place used to be. The most important thing was the lack of dazers or any other type of danger. It provided a safe haven for all of the girls here.

Sylvie sort of meandered across the green space with Sloan. She wasn’t really sure what to say at first, because finding conversation was so hard. Everyone seemed to know everything around here, there wasn’t really news to talk about. “So hows the hospital?” Sylvie wasn’t good at this at all. Sloan was the one that was good at making conversation, not her.

OOC: Figured I'd just go ahead and decide what the place looked like, since it was getting hard without a basic description.