McCoy goes incredibly still. The paleness of his expression definitely has nothing to do with his exhaustion or the drink and everything to do with the realization that he'd just treated a woman who looked a lot like Jean.
"...yeah, I met her," he says, tentatively. "What about her?"
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Date: 2011-06-20 02:51 am (UTC)"...yeah, I met her," he says, tentatively. "What about her?"