As I can't really think of any better way to verify this without dragging myself all the way up to the infirmary--
Ah...what was it?
AMU.
[Razer is very clear-spoken, almost businesslike. Pose a question, wait for an answer, move forward from there.]How well-versed are you in the business of skin grafting? With everything else you can do, I
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[Because it will probably take at least that long to haul himself out of here and work himself up to being able to look at least moderately pissed that Erol is (of course) tagging along with him.]
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His excuse was easy enough - he was protecting his investment in the clearing of his debt. Erol didn't have to pretend to like the robot, or to be happy about this. But he reluctantly admitted that Razer's injuries were beyond his skill. If the skin didn't grow back on its own, there was nothing he could do about it.
The robot doesn't seem to care in the least when he glares at it.]
You do what he tells you and no more, got it?
[AMU ignores Erol in favor of looking expectantly at Razer.]
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He looks to AMU.]
I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with the technique--where I come from, we have a healing agent that made operations such as this few and far between. But...
[He holds up his left arm, the worse of the two, still bound in layer after layer of white gauze.]
...this isn't growing back on its own. Whatever you can do to fix that, I would appreciate.
[One of Razer's teammates is a robot. AMU doesn't bother him at all. :|b]
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