"You look better with your hair darker," She offers despite the only other person in the room with her being unable to hear let alone answer back to the whispered comment. She lifts her hand to card her fingers in those darker strands but drops it when her phone buzzes with an ominous "open the door, please" text before she hears the distinct ping of the elevator and then the following clicking of hurried animal paws against the tiled floor of, the hallway as Hanna unfolds from her chair beside Sam's bed to do as the Machine's message had asked.
Or she tried to considering that with only a sliver of the door opened whoever it was on the other side pushed their way inside with only a warned noses of a strangled mini bark given the volume as the animal itself finishes its skidded stop before it crashed into the side of Samantha Groove's bed.
As it was the dog was now simply standing on its hind legs with its front paws hooked over the side of the bed for support as the dog noses its muzzle in Sam's direction sniffing at her unconscious form with a mixture of curiosity and unease.
"Well get up there, already." A dull voice suggests as the door was opened once again as the following human enters. Hanna recognized her at once.
Sameen Shaw.
"You're hurt." Hanna says noticing the red staining the black of the shorter woman's shirt even with the attempted covering of a leather jacket that the watching fugitive knew didn't initially belong to the small, framed woman.
Sameen's eyes snap towards her as her hand twitches towards the compact weapon at her hip. Hanna's breathing doesn't even hitch as she meets those hardened eyes. "Not the priority." The ex-marine decides circling closer to the figure on the bed at the same time her dog finishes making himself comfortable across the end of it. His eyes trained both on Hanna as well as on the door.
Hanna rolls her eyes already popping open the med kit with a commanding "Sit" as she points towards her own abandoned chair beside Sam's bedside. "You might have medical training, but I'd at least like to double-check myself least Sam wakes up wanting to kick my ass for letting you get some infection or worse." Hanna reasoned
"Root." Shaw immediately corrects in a groaned huff as she drops into the chair after a stern glance first at her hacker's unconscious face and then at Bear quietly watching from the end of the bed.
"Root." Hanna corrected as she snapped on a pair of gloves only to shake her head with an explanation "Nope, she'll always be Sam to me" as Shaw rolls her eyes and lifts her tank top to show off her newest collection of wounds and bruises.
"How do you know her?"
Hanna hesitated not knowing just how much the machine had told the dark-clothed ex-soldier on her way from 'tying up loose ends' as the Machine so cryptically called it. "Childhood friend." It wasn't a lie and comes so smoothly from the fugitive's lips.
"Only one I know she'd claim by that title is dead." Shaw answers still fishing for more information as Hanna works.
"We're all dead in some form or another." Hanna reminded smoothing out a fresh wrapping of surgical tape against Shaw's ribs. The shorter woman's hand close untrusting around her wrist a half beat later. She doesn't ask the tedious 'Who are you really' question Hanna can see burning behind her eyes as they hold Hanna's own but whatever Shaw finds glaring into Hanna's eyes must have appeased her curiosity for the moment before Shaw releases her and instead slips her hand out to trace along Sam's unmoving one instead.
Shaw thinks because her fingers slip to the inside of Sam's arm Hanna hadn't been able to catch it. The quick, deliberately tapped pattern against the delicately sensitive skin of her long-time friend's arm but Hanna had spent far too much time looking over her shoulder to let something like that go unnoticed.
A simple message tapped out in morass code.
4 A F
Just like at the Samaritan base.
Not even with the thousands of simulations, she'd been forced to oversee before she'd found the will and the means of getting herself away from Samaritan's grip had Hanna been able to work out what that could mean.
For the first time in the following hours since she'd left surgery Sam's heart wobbled in its normal steady rhythm when the last few taps of the 'F' were made against her forearm.
The lull was quick before resuming a normal steady rhythm but noticeable to both women.
"Hey, boss sorry it took so lo…." A new voice says before either could comment on that small development.
Hanna only smirked in amusement at Shaw's quick reflexes even when she was already injured herself as the shorter woman pounced on Casey even before one of her newest reconnected allies had cleared the doorway.
"Hello to you too." Daniel rasped given the hard press of Shaw's gun against his throat as the other two in Root's 'geek squad' as Shaw had dubbed them once attempted to file into the room behind their now downed hacker in arms.
"Hey, easy. Stand down doggie-o we're friends" Daizo offered towards a still growling Bear yet to stop baring his teeth from the end of Root's bed.
"She thought you'd appreciate a few more familiar faces." Jason offered his hands open as much as he was able given, he was the one carrying a box that going by the flavors on the air Shaw guessed to be full of various takeout containers.
"Three of those better be steak." Shaw snapped in answer already angling her chair even closer to Root's bedside as she signaled for Bear to back down.
"Yeah, yeah. We've already been told about your werewolf-level meat intake." Jason joked earning a glare from Shaw in return as she rips into the first of the steakhouse containers offered to her.
