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[hands_of_blu]

For all the resources at his disposal at BLU Regional Headquarters, the Medic can't get one very small thing: a place to read undisturbed. Milliways strikes him as preferable to the base. Regardless of the amount of chaos the weird trans-dimensional bar might contain within its walls, it has the advantage of not being a constantly active war zone.

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[toxic_perfume]

...Well, that's different.

Cavilo's eyeing this one with -- well, mostly curiosity.

[hands_of_blu]

The page on appendectomies is particularly detailed. It's a genuine masterpiece of the pop-up maker's art. It just happens to be, y'know, a pop-up appendectomy.

In the course of examining the marvellously tinted inflamed areas of the intestine, the Medic happens to glance up and catch a set of eyes pointed his way. "Good evening," he says politely. "Can I help you?"

[toxic_perfume]

"I don't think I've seen you around here before," she says, tilting her head and smiling.

[hands_of_blu]

"I doubt you vould have," he answers, briefly assessing the woman (short, blonde, attractive) and whether he's seen her in his travels lately (not that he can recall). "Zo far I've been here all of... hmm, twice now. Und not for very long zis time, so far."

[toxic_perfume]

The accent's mildly unsettling, for no reason she can put her finger on.

"Well." Cheerful. "Where do you hail from, stranger?"

[hands_of_blu]

"Oh, I vos born und raised in ze city of Stuttgart, but I don't know if you'd know vhere zat is," he answers. "Southvestern Germany, but zese days I go vhere ze job takes me. Und yourself?"

[toxic_perfume]

Germany -- that's the same country Tanya is from, she remembers vaguely. Somewhere on Old Earth.

"My last job was like that -- we went all over the place. Pol most recently."

[hands_of_blu]

"Ach, not a place Builders League United has contracts, I fear," says the Medic with a mild smile. "Vot sort of job vos zis, if I might ask?"

[toxic_perfume]

Her smile's easy, relaxed. "Free mercenary fleet."

[hands_of_blu]

"Hm. I vonce considered signing on vis a mercenary company, chust out of medical school," he says thoughtfully. "Good, challenging vork, und after a vhile people stop asking you schtupid questions about your job vhen you show up for family events."

[toxic_perfume]

She chuckles at that, then cocks her head.

"Medical school. You're a doctor?"

[hands_of_blu]

"In ze flesh, so to speak." He sets the pop-up book aside. "Chief Medic of Builders League United at your service, Frau....?"

[toxic_perfume]

The word frau isn't familiar, but the tone of his voice makes the question clear.

"I'm Lara," she smiles. "And you?"

[hands_of_blu]

"Ah," says the Medic regretfully, "ze terms of mein contract forbid me from using my name vith anyvun outside of BLU's employ for as long as I vork for zem. Even my grandmama calls me 'Medic' by now, I"m afraid."

[toxic_perfume]

Up go Cavilo's eyebrows.

"...Seriously?"

[hands_of_blu]

"Seriously," the Medic confirms. "Standard policy, vis BLU contracts. All my colleagues haf ze same clause."