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[transfundere]

"Please leave a message. Should you require immediate medical assistance, please seek closer help and I will attend you as soon as possible."

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[cactusy]

Hey, new guy. Want to scan my brain for any foreign objects that aren't supposed to be there?

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[transfundere]

Of course, madame. At your earliest convenience.

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[cactusy]

How does right now sound?

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[transfundere]

Of course. I will be here when you arrive.

[cactusy]

[She arrives about ten minutes later, offering him a nod.]

Sameen Shaw. I'm on the emergency on-call list.

[transfundere]

[ He'll incline his head in a similar greeting and it's clear he's preparing the machine. ]

Dr. or Miss Shaw, if you please?

[cactusy]

Just Shaw is fine; I'm not a doctor. I went to medical school, but have never been licensed to practice.

[And while he's doing that, she grabs a paper gown, stepping into the office to change. She knows the drill.]

[transfundere]

[ He watches her go through 'the drill' and smiles wryly to himself. Not a doctor but obviously comfortable enough with such procedures to handle her own portions without comment or need for assistance. He'll wait til she's back before- ]

I didn't wish to presume. Shaw certainly serves. You're welcome to call me Reid or Dr. Reid, as it suits.

[cactusy]

[And also comfortable enough that she doesn't appear awkward or shy as she pads back in, barefoot and in the flimsy gown, and waits for the go-ahead before hopping up onto the table.]

Thanks for doing this. I know the flood made things pretty busy.

[transfundere]

So I have learned. I arrived shortly afterwards, apparently. From all accounts, that is something to be fortunate for.

[ Squiddly do, medical things! He will press those buttons and push those things and tap that tappity thing. She gets the big heavy blanket smock! ]

Please remain still, miss.

[cactusy]

[She doesn't move a muscle, closing her eyes and letting the scanner do its thing.]

[transfundere]

[ The scanner will do this thing, and Reid will enjoy the experience for all that he knows there is nothing in her head. Having the ability to confirm with the equipment what his own senses would tell him is exceptionally helpful in the learning process. All the same, he does take down what information he can from the scan before he shuts everything down, steps out, and lets her know, voice soft- ]

I'm going to take the smock off, miss-

Shaw. You can go and get dressed once again. Once you're ready, we can go over the findings.

[cactusy]

I'm not a patient.

[She says as she sits up, sliding off the end of the scanning table and shooting him a raised eyebrow before heading towards the office where she'd left her clothes. Even as she closes the door behind her, she'll keep talking through it.]

You don't have to sit me down and prepare me; just tell it to me straight. You see anything weird?

[transfundere]

No.

[ Immediately. ]

I only thought, given your own education, you might like to review the images produced with me.

[cactusy]

I do. Thanks.

[But having the immediate answer out in the open helps, too. She redresses quickly - underwear, pants and t-shirt, earring studs, socks and boots - and comes back out, balling up the gown to discard.]

You pick things up quick.

[She says, nodding at the bodyscanner.]

1918, and you're already operating that like a pro.

[transfundere]

Thank you.

[ For the compliment. ]

In truth, there is far less to do utilizing this machinery than the version I was privileged to use previously, a far earlier design. But I admit to a fondness for puzzles, working out the means and precise requirements of a task. I suppose it will serve me well here, as I adjust.

[cactusy]

Wardens don't really get precise requirements for anything.

[She says, moving around to the scanner's viewscreen to take a look.]

[transfundere]

[ He turns it so she can better see. ]

I have only just arrived, so I will defer to your experience on that front.

[cactusy]

[This isn't quite like any type of scanning equipment that she was trained to work at home, but by this point she's done her best to learn about all the infirmary tools (those bacta tanks sure are weird), and the resulting images here are familiar enough. She spends several long minutes studying them in silence: comparing them, enlarging them on occasion, taking mental notes.

When she's done, she steps back.]

Okay. Thanks.

[transfundere]

Of course. Any time, as you might require.

[ Eventually, he might be able to just tell her but... he definitely isn't up to that yet. ]

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[empathicfault]

Hi. Just checking: Dr. Hilbert's not allowed in the infirmary anymore, right?

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[transfundere]

Good day.

Only as a patient. And I have been assured that the records are both locked and bespelled against entry from others.

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[empathicfault]

Great. Not that he did a bad job stitching me up when I got here. I'm just trying to avoid any more medical malpractice experiences.

Speaking of- mind if I came by and got checked out for any errant space viruses? Just in case. I think the one he's known for is called Decima.

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[transfundere]

Of course. At your leisure.

To whom am I speaking, incidentally?

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[empathicfault]

Right, sorry. My name's Will Graham. See you soon.

[ He heads over in the next few minutes, not seeing any reason to wait now that he's had the all-clear. It's kind of silly, honestly, but he doesn't know what Hilbert might've been doing while Will was resting.

He'd been putting it off since Dracula disappeared and honestly was thinking of just leaving it, but the stitches in his right shoulder were starting to get itchy. He's already managed to cut the ones off his right cheek, and that seems to be healing up nicely. The shoulder? He can't reach that as well.

He walks in to find Reid and gives him a lazy little wave. ]

Hi, I'm Will? Just talked to you over text.