Isla
Sorry, but I have no idea who that is, is what Isla is about to say, and she'd probe further if it weren't for the face that the stranger at the desk promptly tells her not to worry about it. And so she doesn't, and besides which, there is something far more interesting going on all of a sudden. She get's halfway through a "Nice to meet you, Cal," before he plopping what she thinks used to be an arm onto the reception desk. That earns a raise of her eyebrows - congratulations Cal. You have her attention.
There are a few moments of silence where she examines the limb in more detail without ever quite touching it, as if to give a preliminary verdict on whether or not it is more effort to save than to take it off. "I think I can help with that quite easily," she says eventually, flashing a fanged smile right back at him, though hers is much friendlier. "It is quite a mess, isn't it? If you give me a few minutes to set up my operating theatre and to close the infirmary temporarily, we can begin."
There are a few moments of silence where she examines the limb in more detail without ever quite touching it, as if to give a preliminary verdict on whether or not it is more effort to save than to take it off. "I think I can help with that quite easily," she says eventually, flashing a fanged smile right back at him, though hers is much friendlier. "It is quite a mess, isn't it? If you give me a few minutes to set up my operating theatre and to close the infirmary temporarily, we can begin."
sooner or later, we all have to wake
and try forgetting everything
and try forgetting everything
