Ah, at last. The star player had joined them, even if his opening line was... somewhat less than ideal. The doctor rose to her feet, clapping softly as she did. "Welcome, welcome," she said, as she took hold of the handle of her cart and pushed it out of the darkness and into the circle of the light. Her heels clicked against tile with each step as the equipment on the tray rattled noisily, then stopped a short distance from the table.
"So kind of you to join us this evening, Kemanorel." The woman laughed softly, moving over to stand next to the table as she ripped open an alcohol wipe. "How are you feeling? Ready for the opening act, I hope?"
"Oh, no, dear boy." The doctor chuckled softly and began wiping down a spot on the inside of his elbow, then paused and stared into the distance with a thoughtful frown. "Well. Not as such, but... in a manner of speaking, perhaps." She thought a moment longer, lips pursed as though she rather liked the idea, then finally shrugged and drew back again, discarding the used wipe on the tray she'd brought with her. It was an interesting thought, and one she filed away mentally to use on her report later.
She rattled equipment around on the tray for a moment longer before turning back to her subject, taking hold of his arm and a tourniquet around his bicep with the absent efficiency of long practice. "You should be used to change, though, shouldn't you? It's natural for your kind, shifting here and there into whatever you'd like." She prodded at the vein in his arm for a moment, then picked up the needle and carefully slid it into the vein. "You're like... natural actors. It only requires seconds for a costume change."
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"So kind of you to join us this evening, Kemanorel." The woman laughed softly, moving over to stand next to the table as she ripped open an alcohol wipe. "How are you feeling? Ready for the opening act, I hope?"
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She rattled equipment around on the tray for a moment longer before turning back to her subject, taking hold of his arm and a tourniquet around his bicep with the absent efficiency of long practice. "You should be used to change, though, shouldn't you? It's natural for your kind, shifting here and there into whatever you'd like." She prodded at the vein in his arm for a moment, then picked up the needle and carefully slid it into the vein. "You're like... natural actors. It only requires seconds for a costume change."
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