[ 007 ] [ audio // common ] backdated to April 7th

[bastardbytrade]

[Mordecai's unhappy growl sounds a little more pissed off than usual. However, he keeps his voice even as he speaks his request.]

I need a medic. Deck 11, Room 2458.

 

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[autodiagnose.livejournal.com]

[The relief won't last!]

Acknowledged.

[A few moments later, AMU taps politely at the door. (The injuries did not sound life-threatening, so it can wait for the occupant instead of turning straight to its master keycard.)

AMU really does resemble the bastard offspring of a toaster and a preying mantis perched on top of a triangular brace sporting tank treads.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[The door tap has Mordecai turning away from the Siren and heading off to open it.

What he sees is... surprising, to say the least. His eyebrows raise at the sight of AMU and he doesn't budge from the doorway to let him in.]

You're the doc?

[He really should of expected something like this.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

Are you fucking kidding me?

[Lilith is less tactful.]

[autodiagnose.livejournal.com]

[AMU looks at the passenger blocking the way to accomplishment of its job.]

I am ^the ship's doctor.

[Move or it'll move you, buddy.]

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai steps aside, watching the AMU with a cautious eye. He's seen things like this before, or similar at least. Some worked great. Some malfunctioned.

Still, what other option does he have?]

She's all yours.

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't like that phrasing, says the look Lilith slants at Mordecai, but she tilts her chin up and holds her hair out of the way so that AMU can see the double slashes marring an otherwise attractive face. There's another on her collar. Don't forget the head trauma!]

[autodiagnose.livejournal.com]

[Hooray!

AMU rolls forwards and inspects the damage.]

Functionality of the _damaged eye should not pose any difficulty.

[Lilith, you get stitches.

Hold still. :| ]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Lilith is holding as still as you can get a Siren to hold still, in the face of ~medical science~. Her right fist props up on a hip-- the wrenched left arm just dangles, relatively painless so long as she doesn't try anything with it.]

You just watch it, buddy, you hear me?

[bastardbytrade.livejournal.com]

[Mordecai smirks and lets himself out of the room. He'll be lurking just outside should anything happen.

Behave yourself now, Miss Lilith.]

[autodiagnose.livejournal.com]

I am ^programmed to observe the work I perform.

[Yes. It took you literally.

Lilith gets everything stitched and bandaged. And she gets a sling to support the weight of that arm until it heals.

And then AMU brings out the hypospray for the nanobots. You like nanobots, don't you? Well you're going to get them! :3 ]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[If a giant red "!" sign could appear above her head, it would. Lilith eyeballs AMU mistrustingly, despite its decent work so far. (Decent meaning it hadn't seized the opportunity to shank her.)]

The shit is that?

[autodiagnose.livejournal.com]

[That's okay, it saw your heart rate go up. Very nice ♥ ]

Microscopic nano^technology. It will aid your repair on a molecular level.

They will deactivate and flush from your system when their job is done.

[Really THEY WILL.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

Flush... how-- are you gonna give me the runs? You are so not gonna give me the runs.

[Cranky Lilith is more crass than usual. Fuck niceties, she's hurting, awwright.]

[autodiagnose.livejournal.com]

[AMU seems almost amused by the suggestion.]

They will _not affect your digestion or Lactobacillus population.

[It reaches out to dose her.]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Lilith scrunches her eyes-- eye* shut and grimaces, regrets doing so when it pulls on the stitches and forces her face to relax. She doesn't ask what Lactobacilli are and look even sillier.]

Mrrrgh.

[autodiagnose.livejournal.com]

Your _cooperation is a^preciated.

[AMU's job appears to be done. Yes? Yes. If there's nothing else it will be getting back to the clinic now~]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Her hands go up to her face, lightly pressing.]

Wait a second. How long am I gonna be marked for?