Isla
If there's one thing for certain, it's that Sunjata's completion of the brothel has made things busier for everyone, to the point where Isla hasn't even had time to properly consider (read: dwell on) what drunkenly unfolded while they were out at Torchline. Between check-ups, treatments, restocking and the odd emergency, the medic has to admit that whilst she's very experienced in the human anatomy, she's still never seen quite so many genitals so regularly.
And with only one pair of hands, it's safe to say that she's barely got time to eat and sleep (who knew she'd ever miss being Ascended, when she didn't have to care about it). As Sunjata approaches the desk, the Remedy is rummaging around beneath it for a file that has slipped down the back of a shelf; and it's her hand that emerges first, setting down a small, clear vial.
"I will need you to fill one of these - three guesses as to with what. And yes, your first answer is incorrect," she says on autopilot, though with the Flood's accent, she really ought to have known better. Straightening at last, her golden hair pulled up into a messy bun and the missing file tucked under one arm, it's only as she glances up (and up and up) that she realises the identity of her visitor.
"Oh - fuck. I'm sorry, Jata. I thought you were a patient."
And with only one pair of hands, it's safe to say that she's barely got time to eat and sleep (who knew she'd ever miss being Ascended, when she didn't have to care about it). As Sunjata approaches the desk, the Remedy is rummaging around beneath it for a file that has slipped down the back of a shelf; and it's her hand that emerges first, setting down a small, clear vial.
"I will need you to fill one of these - three guesses as to with what. And yes, your first answer is incorrect," she says on autopilot, though with the Flood's accent, she really ought to have known better. Straightening at last, her golden hair pulled up into a messy bun and the missing file tucked under one arm, it's only as she glances up (and up and up) that she realises the identity of her visitor.
"Oh - fuck. I'm sorry, Jata. I thought you were a patient."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
