Day 007: Not Plan B
Summary: Quinn comes looking for Hanne to talk about Grey.
Date: 10 May 2016
Related: Nice Sucks and What You Missed. This scene immediately precedes Quinn and Hanne entering the grounds in Doctor Rounds.
Quinn Hanne 

Primary Passenger Hold
This was once the main passenger cabin of the dropship, holding rows and rows of seats and a small communications console along one wall. Since landing, the seats have been removed, and it has been turned into a combination sick-bay and storage. The deck, ceiling, and walls are all bare metal, and several "wings" jut out from the main area, forming little cubbies that still provide exactly zero privacy. One of the cubbies has been repurposed as a makeshift medbay, with an equally-makeshift table and several small bundles of supplies. There is usually someone sitting around here tending to the medical supplies or just watching over them. Two ladders descend to the cargo hold below, one of them also rising up to the top level of the dropship through a hatch that can be locked from below.
7 Days After Landing

Hanne should be hanging up the recent batch of herbs, but she is instead sitting quietly on an old passenger seat with one knee tucked up against her chest and her eyes gazing remotely out a viewport. She is chewing a bit at her lip, and obviously her thoughts are a touch worrying.

Quinn shouldn't be climbing up ladders, but that doesn't seem to stop her. Since she hasn't found herself a tent, or made one, she's been bouncing around where she sleeps, mostly outdoors under the sky. But it means that she has to haul things she's claimed with her, which makes her already slow climb slower. But she does eventually get to the passanger hold, panting.

The sound of someone coming up the ladder — and struggling to do so — grabs Hanne's attention, and she swings her gaze around toward the hatch while also dropping her foot back to the deck. She blinks in surprise when she sees Quinn, and there is a little tug of nervousness there. "Do… are you… do you need some help, Quinn?" She starts to get up, preparing to help the girl if needed.

"I'm okay." Quinn replies, shaking her head, even if she's not. She's not lying for fun, but potentially out of habit. She hauls herself up, and drops to a seat as soon as she can, a hand wiping her forehead. "I was looking for you."

"Me?" Hanne's brow furrows and her expression wears a look of deep concern, suspicion and nerves. "Wh-what do you want me for?" She frowns a bit, rubbing at her forearm where a bit of poison oak had knicked her during her recent excursion into the forests for herb gathering.

"You." Quinn replies, getting to her feet as soon as her legs are no longer shaking from the effort, "I talked to Grey, and he told me that you'd shown some interest in him."

Oh, now there's that look of absolute embarrassment. "Quinn, I… no, I mean… yes, but he chose you. I'm really not gonna cause you and him any trouble." Hanne puts up her hands in a show of surrender, not looking to make a fuss.

"Yeah…and I told him that you'd be a better choice." Quinn doesn't look like she's here for a fight, in fact, judging by her words, she's here to try and fix them. Even if them wasn't a thing.

That disarms Hanne pretty quickly, and her arms drop to her sides with a sharp blink. "What?" Her brows furrow up high, her mouth turning down into a small frown. "But… wait… you told him that you weren't interested?" Something about that seems totally nonintuitive for Hanne. Grey and Quinn are perfect for each other! Cut from the same damn cloth, so Hanne has no idea why Quinn would push Grey towards her instead. All of this mental processing is painfully obvious on her face, as she is not exactly clued in with a stoic facade.

"I didn't say I wasn't interested….I am, but…" Quinn shrugs her shoulders just a little, "It got very complicated…Max confessed his feelings as well, and then Grey told me about you. I'd love to be selfish and have them both, but I don't see that working out very well."

Hanne blinks again, and then a small frown starts to pull at her lips. "So… you picked Max." She takes a deep breath, shoulders drawing back and hands shoving deep within the pockets of her jacket. She looks down at the floor and her dirty sneakers, her expression thoughtful. "I like Max, he's good people." She looks up at Quinn. "He's helped me out a lot since we got down here…" She chews a bit at her inner cheek. "So… did Grey send you to talk to me?"

"Yeah, I picked Max, I guess." Quinn replies, nodding faintly, "Max is good people, I've known him a long time. But no, Grey didn't seem me to talk to you. I came on my own. I told him he should have just slept with you."

Hanne blushes fiercely, looking a middling of embarrassed and a little angry at Grey for telling Quinn about that. She intakes a breath, shaking her head. "He would have, but… he thought you wouldn't give him a chance if he did. He… he chose you." She twists her lips a bit, and then her entire body seems to slump. "I appreciate you coming to talk to me, Quinn, but…"

Quinn's brows inch upwards a fraction, "But?" Oh yeah, but. There's always one of those. Quinn somehow doesn't like this but, even if she doesn't know what is going to follow it, she's already decided that it can't be good.

"I… " Hanne takes a deep breath, brow furrowed. "I want to be someone's Plan A, not their Plan B." She offers a small, almost heartbroken smile. "Grey coming around to me now… I'd really just be a replacement for you." Her head drops a bit, and her feet shuffle.

"You just said he'd have slept with you already. Doesn't sound like a Plan B to me, just a Plan A-2." Quinn frowns a fraction, her mind working at full speed to try and process the state of things, come up with her own Plan B. She then just shrugs, "Alright…your choice. Just don't stop being his friend, we only have each other here." She starts for the ladder, not looking too thrilled about going down, but there's not much point in lurking and making Hanne uncomfortable.

Hanne's frown deepens at her observation, but she doesn't refute it. She looks aside slightly, glancing at the viewport, down at the tents below. Then she breathes out a small exhale, and looks back to Quinn. "Hey… hey, Quinn?" She steps forward a few paces, her body language a little awkward.

"Yeah?" Quinn replies, halting her exit to glance over towards Hanne. If she picks up on the awkward she doesn't show any signs of it, and it's highly possible she doesn't notice the awkward at all.

"Could you teach me?" Beat pause. "Could you teach me to be… more like you?" Hanne is quick to explain. "How to… fight, and defend myself? Maybe even how to not, I don't know… be so scared of all of it?" She chews a bit at her cheek. "You got this all figured out, and I'm still trying to not dream of being back in The Box." Which is probably a weird thing to admit.
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"I could teach you to fight and defend yourself, maybe even help you to not feel as scared. But I can't teach you how to be me…We can help you find confidence, but then you'll have to decide what to do with it." Quinn replies slowly, each word thought over before she says it, "First…we have to start with the Box thing…we're not going back."
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Hanne swallows, and nods slightly at her reply. "I know," she says, looking a bit embarrassed. "I know we're not going back. I know we are here, for better or worse… I just want to be able to survive when it gets worse." Then she reaches up to rub at the back of her neck. "I can't keep hiding in the dropship, scared to go out there… I gotta get over it."

"You do…but that's easier said than done." Quinn isn't silly enough to think it's as simple as flipping a switch. She lifts a hand up, fingers scrubbing through her hair, "I can't do much with teaching you to fight until I'm healed…but we can work on other things. First…getting out."

"Ge-getting out?" Hanne frowns. "What do you mean getting out?" Then her brain kind of clicks. She is smart, really, but she's also tired and a bit worn thin. "Oh, you mean out of the dropship?"
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"Yes, getting out of the dropship." Quinn replies, tilting her head towards the ladder, "You can come with me…I like spending time out there better than time in here."

Hanne worries at her lip a bit, and then she nods. She looks back at her half-finished project of hanging herbs, and decides she can get back to it later. "Okay," she says as she draws her hands from her pockets. "I'll go…"

"You sure?" Quinn doesn't leave yet, but she does move closer to the ladder, giving Hanne the chance to change her mind if she really wants to.

"Yeah." Beat pause. "I'm sure." She continues to be drawn away from her projects, this time she doesn't look back.

Quinn nods, turning back towards the ladder to start climbing down it. "You should find yourself a place to sleep outside the dropship, too."

Hanne frowns a bit. "The tents are kind of full-up," she points out, though she doesn't exactly dismiss the idea out of hand. She will let Quinn get a good lead down the ladder before she starts to do the same.

"Then find something other than a tent, or make a new one out of something. I have faith in you." Quinn states before she has to focus on what she's doing.

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