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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!

Comments

[heterochrocatic]

Yeah. True.

When do you want people to come by?

[ Catra? Being mildly cooperative? ]

[greyaria]

[Emily doesn't realize how much of a miracle that is.]

Whenever's convenient for you! Just call first to check that I'm the one on-shift. There's always the chance I'll get called away for emergency surgery, but I can't control people's tendency to grievously injure themselves!

[heterochrocatic]

Cool. See you whenever.

[ Oh boy this is going to go great. ]

[greyaria]

[Emily gives the camera a thumbs-up.

She's actually a very competent doctor and has...somewhat...better social skills than Entrapta, so it should be fine.

Ha.]