Saturday sidles into the medical bay with a don't-mind-me air calculated to deflect any non-Emily medical personnel who might target her, and especially to avoid that really creepy head doctor lady who keeps looking at Saturday like she wants to vivisect her. Not out of malice, mind, just intellectual curiosity.

What Emily sees approaching her, if she's not familiar with Saturday already, is a small woman with dense musculature, pointed ears, messy black hair, and a metal arm covered in engravings. She's also torn both sleeves off her jumpsuit and repurposed them as clothe grips around her hands.

"Hey, doc. You free?"