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The BLU Medic glances around the room, goes to stand next to a convenient couch. He looks a little... different, tonight. Preoccupied. Perhaps the reddish blow on his cheek has something to do with that fact. He takes his glasses off his face, looks through them, puts them back on.
"Allo. I haff one question," he starts, German accent thick as ever. "How do you make a... dear friend of yours who happens to work with you understand that things he might not approve of are part of your job?"
"Allo. I haff one question," he starts, German accent thick as ever. "How do you make a... dear friend of yours who happens to work with you understand that things he might not approve of are part of your job?"