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Ray laughed lightly and turned his head to look at Riley, eyes opening slowly and lazily, graceful like a predator cat. All of his movements were like that though; graceful and regal like a panther. He reached up, sliding a hand over his closely cropped hair, erasing some of the sweat from just sitting in front of the hot fire and being in the arid heat. His eyes skimmed over Riley's body briefly, and he had to keep himself in check, but he did lick his lips again - whether a nervous habit or just a tease, it was anyone's guess.

"I could think of better arms to jump into... Hell, I could think of better places to jump into - a thorn bush, or something, would be better than that." Ray said with an almost elegant shrug of his broad shoulders. Smoky grey eyes settled on those sharp green ones and he couldn't help but smile at Riley - even if just a small one - "A twisted ankle isn't so bad though. Little bit of rest, no moving around much on it..." he knew about injuries just as well, if not better, than Riley, being that he was one who often times was injured himself, although he had enough knowledge to know which injuries he could fix himself, and which he would need Riley - or anyone's - help with. It wasn't often enough that he got grievously injured to require Riley's medical aid.

Ray ran a hand over his thigh and sighed, head tilting back against the couch top, but eyes still clinging to those green ones before him "So, what did that guy get attacked by? Mutant dog with four heads? Or just your garden variety Rad-Rodent that we tell people *all* the time to avoid because their bites are nasty? More so now than ever before." They had dealt with regular rats when in the vaults, and their bites weren't nearly as painful, now it was like being shot with lava, and wasn't very pleasant, but it was still a survivable attack, unlike other things that could hurt them.