[202 doesn't waste any time on pleasantries when her video feed clicks on, and with as liberally-coated as she is with what is obviously blood it's not hard to guess why. Her tone is measured, tight with control without which she'd clearly be on the verge of hysterics.]
I... I need a healer. Please. Anybody who can help. I've found Va...
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Any way I can help, Ludwig, please...
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While she scrubs, hard enough to turn her pale skin almost as pink as the water that's washing away the blood that coated it, 202 watches Ludwig's actions intently over one shoulder. Glass... This Germany was not from her own time, clearly.
Shaking her hands dry, she steps back over.]
What are you doing?
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[And there is an awful lot to fix...]
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[And James drops everything, except the watch and his wand, and runs to the clinic.]
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The sound of James's approaching footsteps were a welcome distraction, and she turned to face the door as she heard him drawing closer.]
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[Her tone was far calmer than she actually felt, of course, but 202 was as businesslike as ever--Efficiency had to come first, for Vash's sake if not that of her own mental wellbeing.]
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I can heal. I'll be by as soon as I can. [His words come out all jumbled, tense with worry.]
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Please--He needs any help he can get.
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--it's been a while since he's passed by here and can't help but to think of Christine--
And he hurries inside. He picks up the smell of blood quicker than a human would, and so follows it.]
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Hurry, please... He's still hurt very badly. I'm not a medic, I don't know how to fix all of this... [And there is so much to fix.]
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