she sees angels in the architecture
If you could, you'd pause this moment, grab your scalpel, and cut right into his head that you might reveal his brain and all the things it knows. If only medicine worked that way. "That sounds like quite the busy schedule." You remark with an appreciative bounce of your eyebrows. "Was your world heavy with conflict?" Perhaps that's why he's here. Not in your exam room, but in this world. Maybe that's what the Voice saw in him.
Frowning deeply, you scan Ronin's face to see if there's any humour there. That there isn't at all only has the lines around your mouth deepening with disapproval. "Well it doesn't sound like it's a high bar to meet, but yes, they are a good deal more caring. They're like...well, they're all rather like a big family." You shrug, not knowing too much more about their inner workings than that.
Snorting under your breath as you reach for what Ronin will likely surmise is the more advanced-equivalent of a stethoscope, you flash him a smile. "Well, inclined as I am to agree with you on that, don't let Dr. Guildenstern hear you say that, or you'll be looking at ink blots and talking about colours for hours." Offering an apologetic smile for the coldness of the metal as you place it against Ronin's chest, "—nice tattoo—", you tell him to take a few deep breaths in, as you cock your head to listen.
Frowning deeply, you scan Ronin's face to see if there's any humour there. That there isn't at all only has the lines around your mouth deepening with disapproval. "Well it doesn't sound like it's a high bar to meet, but yes, they are a good deal more caring. They're like...well, they're all rather like a big family." You shrug, not knowing too much more about their inner workings than that.
Snorting under your breath as you reach for what Ronin will likely surmise is the more advanced-equivalent of a stethoscope, you flash him a smile. "Well, inclined as I am to agree with you on that, don't let Dr. Guildenstern hear you say that, or you'll be looking at ink blots and talking about colours for hours." Offering an apologetic smile for the coldness of the metal as you place it against Ronin's chest, "—nice tattoo—", you tell him to take a few deep breaths in, as you cock your head to listen.
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