Like that lost writer in the desert she licked the drops of water, one after the other, trying to capture as many as she could, grateful, relieved, satisfied in a way. Only when his finger bumped into her mouth Allie stopped and looked at him again, a bit confused herself but when she managed to type again yet she took it easy.<br/><em>"No worries, doc. It happens... A little romanticism for me, yay... Jane Austen hospital version."</em>She tried to make a joke of this little accident but how her hand tried to squeeze his one now that it was right next to hers: that wasn't a joke at all.<br/><em>"Thank you Michael.. And.. everybody has to tease somebody, I think. And we all have to be teased to feel the real taste of life... That's my opinion. I spoke."</em>- and she placed a little wise native american figure at the end of it, smoking his pipe with a bored face.<br/>She was visibly tired by now and between two message her lids were about to close, time and time again but she fought against it, seeing how much they enjoyed their duo, speaking rather free, thanks to 21st century.<br/>But Fran glanced at them more and more frequently and this was also a polite sign for Michael to make it short.<br/><em>"Dear sister watches, eh?"</em><br/><br/>