FINN
the spyglass
”You’re welcome. I very much doubt the ground requires bandaging,” he remarks quietly, passing the bandages back only to watch another one tumble by. He stoops to catch this one too, already carefully rolling it back up when suddenly a name and a handshake is thrust in his direction.
”Oh. Finn,” he introduces himself, taking her hand and shaking it quite on autopilot, as if it is a learned gesture (it is). ”It’s nice to meet you, Lena. Are you a doctor?” Perhaps the medical wing has simply been on his mind lately; either way, the Spyglass finds himself wondering what she needs a basket of dressings for.
”Oh. Finn,” he introduces himself, taking her hand and shaking it quite on autopilot, as if it is a learned gesture (it is). ”It’s nice to meet you, Lena. Are you a doctor?” Perhaps the medical wing has simply been on his mind lately; either way, the Spyglass finds himself wondering what she needs a basket of dressings for.
