She laughted, lightly, and shook her head. Karin wasn't going to bother pointing out his being dead would sort of hinder his boss from doing much to pick on him, or throw a fit or whatever his boss did. It didn't really matter; he'd little more than a bump.
"You're entertaining, at least," she said, more pleased than she'd been in a long time, so it was a far cry from the dry sarcasm she usually addressed anyone else with.
"And - " Karin bit her lip, considering whether she should worry about boundaries in flirting (and whether or not she wanted to flirt, considering he wasn't exactly her type), and when she decided that she didn't give a damn, she leaned forward, elbows on the counter again. " - if you do wind up being concussed, I'm sure I could keep you company. You know, cause you're not supposed to sleep on a concussion."
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