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[imaginary_wife]

☄ Public Audio
Okay, so. I have some matters I'd like to bring up. If you've not met me, I'm Doc Yewll. I'm not always going to be nice to you but I will try to fix what's wrong with you. There are other doctors that have more patience than me, refer to them if you have to.

On to business.

The Med Bay still needs some repair. I'd say with a little help everything could be up and running within a few days but it does mean people with technical parts and anyone in need of surgery are going to hold off for treatment. Useful salvage to that end would be a miracle.

Also that station's infirmary has a neat trick of offering up complete medical histories. If you would be willing, please send me what you can of yours privately. I'm not going to sneak around and try to get it, but if I have a complete medical run down it means I can better help you in the future if related problems come up. Just don't grab anyone else's if that's the case. Just yours. I want absolute information consent here.

☄ Separate Private Texts to Clone Shep, Solid Snake, and Liquid Snake
I've noticed some issues with your physiology that I would like to discuss with you in private. Either message me or come by Med Bay.

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Re: TEXT [PRIVATE]

[imaginary_wife]

We don't get a lot of Vanguards through here.

Sure. I appreciate the help. I'm free most of the time. I practically live here.

[An "injury" huh? Figures.]

[squadgoals]

True. I might be the only one!

I've got some time in a few hours. Will you still be there then?

[imaginary_wife]

Don't worry I'll be there. Wouldn't miss a hot date for the world.

[Might as well cover her unease from hiding the clone's idiotic lie by running her mouth.]

[squadgoals]

Hahaha. Who's bringing the roses and chocolates?

[imaginary_wife]

Oh I got flowers way better than roses, so I'll let you handle the sweet tooth.

[She's not lying. She works with medicinal flowers.]

TEXT [PRIVATE] -> ACTION (unless you'd prefer a log, I can switch, I'm easy. :B)

[squadgoals]

Copy that.

[A few hours later, there's a knock, and Shepard in the flesh slips into the Med Bay.

She brandishes two handfuls of mess hall muffins at the good doctor, and wiggles her eyebrows, a smile on her face.]

The sweetest thing I could find, unfortunately. Hungry?

This is fine! I'm just a slowbie

[imaginary_wife]

[She's actually surprised that Shepard brought something. The clone... hasn't exactly been friendly. She didn't expect her to be vicious or anything, but she didn't anticipate her playing along.]

[Alright then!]

Famished, thanks. [She accepts one of the muffins, for the moment sitting it neatly on a paper towel off to the side of a table where it won't interfere with anything.]

It shouldn't take too long. Hopefully soon we'll have everyone right as rain.

[She pats the clinic table in front of her.] Hop up for a scan, Legs. So I can get a good scan of your implant.

A++ :D

[squadgoals]

[Shep places the rest of the muffins on the paper towel alongside (but separate, in case she preferred that one) the Doctor's own, and hops up onto the table in a smooth motion.]

Legs? I like to think my best asset is my sparkling wit.

[She tilts her head, so as to provide a better view. Accommodating!] Just don't try to yank it out. It hurts like hell.

Re: A++ :D

[imaginary_wife]

Just keep listing off those assets and I'll probably see your point.

[She runs the scanner over the implant, not touching it, just looking at the read-out.]

Huh.

You two are very similar, but this is definitely a new factor. I'll have to be really careful when I look at your DNA.

Alright, gorgeous. Say "aw".

[squadgoals]

Hmm... well, I've been told I have a reliably hard head.

[That follows what her other had said pretty solidly. The same, but different. She dutifully opens her mouth, with a long:] Ahhhhhhh.

[imaginary_wife]

I always did like women that could butt heads with Sensoths.

[She then swabs the inside of her cheek before putting it in the sample tube. That'll keep that safe.]

Painless enough, I hope. That should be everything I need for now. Except, that is, to get my hands on your muffin. [She picks up the first one she'd claimed and smiles primly. Not that she smiles often. So it's just a little one.]

[squadgoals]

[She wait until after the swab to ask:] What's a Sensoth?

[She reaches over, grabbing a muffin herself, and eats a bite before continuing.] I mean, not that it changes the answer. I could probably butt heads with a boulder at this point and come out all right. [What's a concussion or two when you've been brain dead?]