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[sanomorior]

[A sigh, exasperated.]

Right. Getting this over with.

[She clears her throat, and then speaks with authority, though there's still the film of weariness over her words.]My name is Sycora Novitas. I'm on the first floor of the Great Keep. Any ill, injured, or infirm parties should report to me. I'm on the first floor of the Great Keep. If you can'

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[gditsideswipe]

Go get Ratchet. There. That's all the info you need.

[gditsideswipe]

I'm more than just mechanics, female.

I don't want anything to do with your birds.

[sanomorior]

[Right. You're also a smart mouth and a bad attitude.]

And I'm more than just a sack of meat and organs. Doesn't mean they're not the basics of my biology.

[gditsideswipe]

Mechanics don't even begin to cut it. You couldn't possibly understand.

[sanomorior]

I don't need to. I don't fix machines.

[gditsideswipe]

I'm no machine.

[sanomorior]

But you are mechanical! Thus, not my area of expertise.

[gditsideswipe]

Just get your terminology right, human.

[sanomorior]

And you get yours right. I'm elven, not human.

[gditsideswipe]

You're organic, what do I care what you're called?

[sanomorior]

If I matter so little, why does it matter what I call you?

[gditsideswipe]

Because it's me.

[He doesn't actually say the word 'duh', but it's there.]

[sanomorior]

Ye gods, you are one entitled heap of metal.

[She's actually a little impressed.]

[gditsideswipe]

When you're as good as I am, you've got reason to be.

[sanomorior]

If you're that good, you don't need that, ah... Ratchet you mentioned. Or anyone else, for that matter.

[gditsideswipe]

I never said I did.