And give all their details to Twelfour, and also ask them to please forward any updates on Uthuar Weel.

Twelfour assures them it will do so! And takes copies of their weapons permits, filing them as appropriate. It also adds the location of the medical facility to Sharra's map of the station, which has a convenient transport station attached. 

Isk leads the charge down the stairs, eager to get out of the security station where they tend to play dumb for safety reasons. They await their organic companions at the transport pad there, jacking into the terminal to call them a car. 

Sharra follows like the obedient organic she is! She even sits in her own seat this time.

"Medcentre then food? I really am starving, I could eat a whole shaak and then some."

"Sounds good to me. Thought you wanted noodles, though," he smirks down at her, slinging a more relaxed arm around her shoulder.

"Noodles and shaak." She takes his hand and plays with his fingers. "Do you want to call your friend when we get to the apartment? I'm sure he's worried." That way Isk can make a secure line.

"Sure, we can do that. Hey, you wanna order in or eat out?" 

She does not say the thing she immediately thinks of, she's sure Isk would shock her. Instead: "We can order in."

"I'll get that done while you're getting scans taken, then," he says, noting the medcenter up ahead on their right. He climbs out onto the pad ahead of her, unnecessarily helping her down once he's on solid ground, while Isk is lowered from the transport and rolls to the entrance impatiently.

Such a gentlemen, whoever said he was a scoundrel?? Sharra makes sure they keep up with Isk, so as to not further risk their ire.

"Add a couple bottles of kashyk too. And maybe some snacks..."

"You got it."

In they go, to be greeted by the receptionist and passed on into the center when they've explained their purpose here. Atton settles down in a seat inside Sharra's private room to make that order while they wait for a doctor, soliciting her opinions as he goes through the list of options. 

"The credit account's actually pretty nice," he comments, paging back to it to show her their balance, "We can go wild." 

She peeks! "He seemed like the type to not make excuses. Maybe he will, actually, be useful." She somehow doubts it though. "Go ahead a order what we need for the ship. We can hire a storage container to keep it all."

"Got it," he pulls up another page on the datapad, getting to work on those things he feel comfortable ordering over the 'net rather than in person.

<Doctor approaching,> Isk beeps, removing their arm from a port. 

Sharra stands! Oh - and hands Atton her jacket. She's instantly cold (and grumpy) but if it will help Uthuar..

Based on the doctor's reaction, it just might! 

"I'll just take some holos and scans, and then if you'd like I can requisition some scar-softener for you," he offers. He's holding a scanner of some kind in one hand, running it over the site of the laser wound.

She watches him work. "I heard chicks dig scars," she jokes.

"Maybe so, but a scar right here could affect your mobility, especially as you get older," he chides her.

"Hey, I promise I'll dig you with or without scars," Atton says, watching the scanner. 

Sharra laughs, though is careful not to move too much. "I'll get the cream, doc. My chick is apparently ambivalent."

Atton snorts, "Yeah, that's me. The chick."

"We'll, I'm glad to hear that he's supportive," the doctor says, wry. "I'll just go fetch that for you, shall I?" 

He sets the scanner down on the counter and leaves. 

Sharra kicks her feet while they wait! "At least now we know it's healing alright, thanks to your magic hands."

"That's a new use for them," he muses, wiggling his fingers at her.

<You two are disgusting,> Isk informs them, rolling out into the hall.