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Margaret is exploring the tunnels under Whateley again, because everyone else is in the cafeteria and that's only so interesting when you can't eat or drink. There's some pretty interesting stuff down here! For instance, this room has a bar in it, and despite the entrance being underground the window has a view of exploding stars.
She admires the view for a bit, then wanders up to the bar.
"Hello, Ma'am."
"Deskyl would like to know whether you can heal just the burn, and, if you can't, what your power does with cognitive impairments."
"I can heal a single specific issue or everything except a set of exceptions I know about or everything. Results on brain issues are affected by the patient's concept of health but generally include repair of recent damage and reversal of the effects of impairing substances."
"Thank you, Ma'am. Will you mind treating her twice, if she wants you to? I'd rather wait until she's not in pain to ask if she'd like to try anything more comprehensive than having you heal the burn."
She smiles, spends a second or two concentrating, and strings together, "Okay. In Milliways I'm not in a hurry."
"Thank you, Ma'am. Come with me?"
Two of the other droids are stationed outside Deskyl's room, and another stands discreetly inside. Deskyl herself is at the desk, tinkering with something, her body language still radiating anger.
Connie looks from Deskyl to DZ like she's looking for someone to tell her what to do.
The healer is here, Ma'am. She can do just the burn.
Good. Deskyl stands and offers her her hand.
Connie puts her glowing hand on Deskyl's; the burn heals itself over the course of several minutes.
Deskyl waits patiently, relaxing slightly as the healing progresses. Good, she signs again as it finishes. Thank you.
"You're welcome!" She turns to DZ: "Are there any more patients here?"
"Thank you!" She heads back to the infirmary, just as Upload arrives.
"So, um, how did it go?"
Killed him, she signs with a blunt finality. Fucked me up but good, though. Whatever they did to me did something to my connection to the Force.
"Oh dear. Can you fix it, Ma'am?"
Maybe.
"I'm sorry to hear it, that sounds really unpleasant. Congratulations on winning, though."
She smiles, a vicious little thing. Feels good. I've been wanting to do that for years.
"Could the infirmary not do anything about your connection to the Force, or are you going to try to fix it yourself before checking?"
She shrugs, or as close as she can get with the shoulders she's got. "I'd offer to help, but I can't really do anything. That would be more my roommate's department."
Deskyl makes a face, and DZ steps between them to address Margaret: "May I speak to you in the hall, Ma'am?"
Oh no, she's said something rude, hasn't she. "Yes, of course." She follows DZ out into the hall.
For a value of 'follow' that doesn't involve Daisy ceasing to be between the other robot and the Sith, anyway.
"Ma'am, Deskyl likes you, but that's not enough to keep you safe right now, you need to be more careful than that."
"If she doesn't want to interact with me I wouldn't try to make her. I can just read engineering books and clean the bar area until it's time to release the virus."
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