"Of course. Do you get a lot of them - emergencies?" Sam asked, looking around the infirmary as if he expected to see a whole gang of wounded patients hurry in any minute. The Grounds could be dangerous, but the day to day was rather mundane, or so he thought.
Cranks or springs in his legs was a step too far (ha) for Sam and he shook his head with a cringe, laughing at the idea. "She doesn't like it when people ask for unnecessary things and I think that would be one of them. Besides....spring legs don't sound very attractive." Where would the springs even go? Where his knees were now? Around his legs to stretch them out?
Probably for the best, both of them left that thought behind and headed into Isla's office. Sam wrung his hands together, going over in his head what he'd said to Sunjata and what he wanted to say to Isla. Barely even noticing between his distracted thoughts and Ascended eyes that the room was dimmed, he sat down and began to speak. "Well, I'm trying to start something. An organisation of sorts, for people that believe Ascended can live in peace with everyone else. That is something you agree with, right? That we could successfully mix with the other races and put aside our differences?"
