More with the jokes, but Ellen could take it. She fired a salvo of reason, saying, "You keep laughing and those ribs will break. Then you won't be laughing." It was a harsh remark, but she knew Daric would understand. Ellen stood back as Daric propped himself up onto his feet, steadying himself with an arm outstretched towards the wall, a hand planted on the metal. "This is not a date, Daric. Watch me throw you down some steps, you cripple."<br/><br/>She walked over to him and placed his arm around her shoulder. She herself wrapped an arm around his back for leverage. "How about you stop the little jokes about us and then we have a deal?" Ellen knew it was only in her dreams that the jokes would stop ultimately, but she had to try to get Daric from laughing before he laughed himself a torn lung. She let Daric lean on her before leading him through the wrecked lockers and to the entrance of the room. "So, where's med storage, you big oaf?"