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[not_british]

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[mmquitecontrary]

Doctors don't wear white coats in Mary's day, but she's learned by this point what they mean.

Doctors in Mary's day also aren't particularly talented at actually curing sick people, but that's another issue entirely. It does explain the wariness with which she's eying him, though.

[not_british]

Chase can feel those eyes on him, sort of like laser beams hitting the side of his head.

Turning in his seat, he notices the little girl, and gives her a look in return.

It's sort of a 'What exactly are you looking at?' look.

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary scowls, in response.

"You are a doctor," she announces, loudly. (And not particularly insightfully, but oh well. It's always better to double-check, in any case.)

[not_british]

"Yes, I am," Chase says, nodding slowly, eyebrows raised slightly. "I take it you don't like them very much."

He's dealt with kids who don't like doctors before. Doesn't mean he's any good at it, though.

[mmquitecontrary]

"I like some of them. The ones that are good."

Mary holds her head high. "I might be one someday, perhaps. They need good doctors when I am - to make up for the bad ones. There are lots and lots of bad ones."

[not_british]

"Really?"

Chase can't help it if his mind immediately goes to House. Not that he's bad in the sense that he can't do his job, but ... his bedside manner definitely leaves something to be desired.

"Well, I'm not one of the bad ones," he assures her. "And it's good that you want to be a doctor."

[mmquitecontrary]

To be fair, Mary's manner - bedside or not - tends to leave something to be desired as well.

"They do not usually let girls, in my time," she informs him, "but I do not care about that. It is only stupid of them anyways."

[not_british]

"They don't?" he asks, perhaps emphasizing his interest a little bit for Mary's sake. "I agree -- they shouldn't keep girls from being doctors if they want to be."

Frowning a bit, he picks up his coffee. "What time are you from, then, Miss...?"

[mmquitecontrary]

"Mary Lennox. I am from nineteen-aught-six."

She eyes him. "When are you from? I know another doctor - he is Dr. Tam - but he is from far far in the future."

[not_british]

"Well, Mary," he says, "I'm from America, in the year 2007."

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary blinks, and then studies him, rather suspiciously.

'Year 2007' is nothing; everyone's from further in the future than that, that Mary knows. Or they time-travel or the earth is destroyed or something.

However: "You do not sound American," she says, with accusation.

[not_british]

Chase cannot help but smirk a little bit at that.

"That's because I'm not," he says simply. "I'm actually Australian."

[mmquitecontrary]

"Then you ought not to have said you were American," Mary informs him, haughtily, but she looks rather more interested suddenly. "Are you a criminal?"

[OOC: Alas, I gotta sleep. Slowtime?]

[not_british]

Well, he hadn't exactly said he was American...just that he was from America. But...he'll forgive a little girl.

And there are more surprising things to contend with, anyway. Such as -- "A criminal?" His eyebrows shoot up once again. "No, I'm not a criminal."

[ooc: but of course! sleep well!]

[mmquitecontrary]

Mary doesn't know why he should look surprised; everyone knows Australia is full of criminals.

"You must be doctor to the criminals, then," she says, sagely. "I suppose they must have lots of money to pay from stealing."

[not_british]

Chase chuckles a bit.

"No, I'm not." Though there was the one time he had to help save a criminal. "Not really. I'm just a regular doctor for regular people." ...with extreme cases.