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Mr. Stark.

[She doubts he remembers who she is, but wanted to reach out to him anyway. Her concern for his well being wins out over the desire to give him space to acclimate to...well, space.

She's been in and out of the infirmary to check on him and help as needed, but hadn't really told him more than her name and that she was from Wakanda. It's time to reach out and have a more in depth conversation.]

I'm hoping you are still resting?

Ms. Shuri?

( Tony can't put a face to the name, but recalls her voice above all else, kind and steady when he was delirious with pain. He sounds a little sleepy, shifting his way toward a seated position. )

Oh, I'm making some headway.

( Hang on... )

What time is it?

Time is meaningless in space.

[And when you're healing from the kind of injuries he has, and trying to deal with the amount of pain he must be feeling. He needs to just accept the fact that he's out of it for a while, but if she was in his position she knows she sure wouldn't.]

Why? Do you have somewhere to be?

[That's a joke. Ha-ha, because he better not be leaving that bed!]

( yeah, sitting is gonna be a no-go right now, for the new flare of pain licking at his skin, so he gives up the effort, studying the curtain someone has thoughtfully drawn around his bed. )

Home would be pretty nice right now.

[She thinks of all that Tony Stark has been through in recent years. The man deserves a break. It's unfortunate that he's had to come here and recover before being swept up in a mission of some kind. ]

I'm sure you miss your daughter terribly.

[It's what she would want someone to say to Baba if he were in Tony's place. She misses her father every day and is sure Morgan feels the same way, even if she's just a child.]

But being here could prove to be useful. Assuming we are able to find a way to heal you properly. If we were in Wakanda, I'd have the proper technology. But here...

[it's not the worst circumstances, but everything is very basic. It's a work in progress to try and upgrade as much as possible.]

Well. Everyone is trying their best.

( Tony bites the inside of his cheek, stifling... something, certainly, the rising tide of hurt that has nothing to do with his burns. Grief, perhaps, and guilt, an awful longing for home, for Pepper, for Morgan.

Right now, he's alive. He shifts, gathering himself again after that, and moves forward like she hadn't brought up Morgan at all. No offense to Shuri, of course, but he's not gonna put another burden of his on her.

The breath he sucks in through is nose crackles. )

Could be worse. Could be in a cave.

( He cranes to peer around the curtain the best he can. )

The fancy surgical suite here's probably got enough toys to jury-rig a tissue printer.

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