"Yeah, of course."
Margaret heads to the infirmary, where multiple healed people are now milling around. More relevantly, an extremely healthy-looking woman whose right arm is entirely encased in a metal gauntlet is pressing her glowing silvery left hand to the hand of the blue-scaled woman, whose injuries are steadily repairing themselves. "Do you want to keep your prosthetic legs or have healthy biological ones grown in their place." she says in a fast-paced monotone to the cyborg man, then turns to Margaret and says "Hello do you require medical attention wait I don't think I can actually heal you."
"Oh, I don't need medical attention, but when you're done in here there's a woman in the security cells who does."
"I will attend to her next thank you for letting me know."
Cyborg guy says he doesn't have a problem with the legs he's got. In fifteen minutes everyone is as extremely healthy as the healer and she and Margaret both enter the security area. Thanks to the time weirdness, Deskyl's two hours are just ending and the force field comes down.