[It's the sort of thing Lance does all the time, joke around a situation. Pidge doesn't mind it now, when she could otherwise be focused on her arm and her leg and her pained chest and all else. That she's coherent enough to joke is good enough in her book.
Her smile smooths out into a serious, steadying look when Shiro comes over to her side, explaining what he's going to do. It already hurts quite a bit, especially when she tries to move what her misplaced shoulder joint and whatever else might've gotten beat up tells her she can't. Takes one deep breath, two, and nods.] Yeah, do it.
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Her smile smooths out into a serious, steadying look when Shiro comes over to her side, explaining what he's going to do. It already hurts quite a bit, especially when she tries to move what her misplaced shoulder joint and whatever else might've gotten beat up tells her she can't. Takes one deep breath, two, and nods.] Yeah, do it.