[Shaw is lying on her back on the grass, legs crossed at the ankle and a bottle of whiskey laid sideways across her stomach. She does stillness well when she's exhausted, or when she's lying in wait for a target with a sniper rifle in her hands. She doesn't normally do well with stillness in the service of relaxation, but alcohol is one of only a few things that can change that. And even though she already has her own bottle, she makes grabby hands for Laura's, sitting up on her elbows as she does so.]
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Nothing much. You bring me a present?