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[greyaria]

[Emily isn't wearing the ugly blue jumpsuit. She is instead wearing ugly blue scrubs, and judging by the background, she's in the Infirmary. And she's smiling. Emily is always. Smiling.]

Is there anyone out there with an injury or chronic medical condition that was untreatable in your home universe? I have robotics lab and medical access now. Come on by and we'll see about sorting that out! Or just come by for a checkup! I don't discriminate!

[She should probably set expectations properly, huh? Her good cheer goes from disconcerting to almost normal as she adds her caveat.]

The equipment is, hmm, vintage and I don't promise I can fix everything, especially if your biochemistry is out there compared to humans, but it seems like I'm from the future [she makes wiggly finger gestures, which are apparently supposed to signal...something] relative to quite a few of you, so that's an extra few centuries of medical knowledge. Might as well put it to good use!

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[greyaria]

[Brainy's long-winded to begin with, but Emily's getting the feeling he's also one of those people who deals with anxiety by talking.]

I can certainly train on trauma care--and a general first aid class would be a good idea for everyone.

[She pokes something on the screen of her comm, which looks from Brainy's end like she's about to nose-boop him.]

Note to self: first responder curriculum!

[The comm beeps, having recorded that in whatever note-taking program she's using.]

Anyway, what I really need is drug synthesis capacity. The pharmacy here is...concerning.