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There are two assassins at a table. One of them is having lunch, as best she can while favoring her left shoulder (fortunately, sandwiches are a great aid in that effort); the other is being a concerned friend, as much as Cata will let him.
"You're sure it'll be all right?"
Cata nods. "In time. The Medic fixed me up, so I'll be fine."
"Really now. You trust his work that much?"
"And what of it?"
Sam tries to look innocent. "Oh, nothing, I'm sure." (He knows she won't believe it for a second, but that's beside the point.)
(OOC: Two for the price of one! Tag one or both.)
"You're sure it'll be all right?"
Cata nods. "In time. The Medic fixed me up, so I'll be fine."
"Really now. You trust his work that much?"
"And what of it?"
Sam tries to look innocent. "Oh, nothing, I'm sure." (He knows she won't believe it for a second, but that's beside the point.)
(OOC: Two for the price of one! Tag one or both.)