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[Well, someone's seen better days. The harsh fluorescent lighting of medical already fails to do anyone any favors, but for someone in Tenten's condition, the negatives are probably a little more accented. The right side of her face is covered in fading yellow and green bruises and almost-healed cuts. The left is simply bandaged over, like a mask. Beeping sounds in the background confirm what the awful looking paper gown and the pathetic pillow under her head hint: she's still undergoing treatment.

She reaches up with a hand and adjusts the screen she's viewing on. Her comm was destroyed, so she's using Medical's screens to broadcast. Whether or not this is allowed might be in question, but sharp eyes might spot the reflection of someone in the room with her in the highly polished surfaces around her.]

Lady Fifth. [Her voice is still off. Words slightly slurred. And her eye isn't quite focused on the screen, more like she's staring through it. Those must be some hefty painkillers.] 'm ready for debriefing.

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[She's about to complain when Saturday clarifies. Tenten closes her eyes for a moment, jaw clenching slightly, before her good hand grabs at her bandaged forearm, slides up the length of it, over her shoulder, then down, stopping about mid-thigh.]

Body sleeve, almost. [She gestures at her neck, sliding it down the center of her chest and lower.] Middle untouched, like like she didn't close a jacket. All in red, single-shade. Back covered. Um.

[Her brow wrinkles, and then a wince and her hands fly up to her face, applying pressure.]Owowowow.

[Damn. Ow. Okay.]

Carps on her hips. Twin dragons across her back and twining down her arms. I think thorns, maybe barbed wire or stylized lightning?

[Definitely looked like a yakuza thing to her, at least. Even if she doesn't call them that.]