Interrupted Vacations

[Syler Drayke]

She chuckled lightly. She could tell there was something going on behind the goofy grin, but she didn't probe to find out. Most people took time to process if they found out. She hadn't told anyone in a long time, but it was a familiar dance.

"I spent a great deal of time with the Jedi learning to manage my mind. Not all of it stuck but I do know what to do with my own head. I'm fairly self-sufficient that way."

She grinned back at him with his teasing comment. She took no offense, but she also instantly rebuffed it with snark.

"I should hope I'm prettier than most shipyard workers. That seems a fairly low bar to trip over."

Her mind now gently poked at his, looking for underlying reactions to her announcement. He seemed... Calculating? Internally. That was all she could pick up. It was different from what she'd expected. She'd thought it would be regret or trepidation. Not math.

 

[Kurayami Bloodborn]

It seemed that today might end a bit better than expected after all. He didn't get a full fledged laugh out of her with that joke, but a slight chuckle was better than getting slapped. But she was Echani, so maybe if he slapped her that would be considered foreplay. A question for another time.

"Ah you were a Jedi trainee as well? For me that was much later in life, but it did manage to stick...for the most part. I'm not fully dedicated to either side though, mostly because I don't see the Force as a duality. I can bore you with that later if you want."

It was readily apparent she wasn't offended, but the snark in her response was undeniable. He smiled genuinely upon hearing it.

"Oh yea. Far more so, not to say there aren't some cute women, NSD is an equal opportunity employer after all. It isn't the highest bar on average though, you are correct."

Feeling her mind poke at his gently made him realize that she was now watching him do math as to possible expenses related to her condition, he knew that wasn't what she wanted to see. He tried to quickly switch gears to something else, but chances are that would only end badly, with images he didn't mean to call to mind and ones he was sure were going to get him slapped. Anticipating this, he quickly downed the rest of his glass and set it to the side.

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[Syler Drayke]

Syler chuckled a little at his interpretation of the Force. It was not too far off from her own. But he wasn't really attempting to get into a philosophical debate.

"Oh believe me, I wasn't there to learn about all the lightside darkside BS. I was there because my parents thought the Jedi might be able to even out my brain. Didn't work. Clearly."

If he were paying attention he might hear the half-formed thought that continued her statement into "They just made it worse." But those words were not spoken or sent through any link, simply left to hang.

Then... Oh then... He tried to hide that he was thinking about her mental health. Whoops. What he hid it under was... Less than appropriate. Flattering, but not exactly what needed to be seen on a first meeting. She raised an eyebrow and finished her own drink while he braced for something. A slap maybe? Did he think she didn't know men saw her that way? She reached forward and attempted to press the heel of her left palm against his forehead in a simple, gentle shove.

<<I'm sure you could think of more explicit things. Hell, I've had men openly tell me worse. I won't slap you. Yet. I reserve actual violence for close friends.>>

She leaned back and poured them both more of the fruity liquor and waited for him to readjust and respond.

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[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Apparently his interpretation of the FOrce entertained her, or maybe she agreed with him? Either way not super important, either now or down the road. At least not in his eyes.

"Ah, so just for the discipline and mental control stuff. Sounds great. A bit sad that it didn't end up evening you out, but I've dealt with worse."

While the thought was something he noticed, he didn't make any outward sign that he had, nor did he let it remain on his mind for any real length of time. The Jedi and SIth were both very dangerous extremes in his eyes.

He caught sight of her raised eyebrow while she finished her drink, oh crap, she had noticed what he was thinking of. Even worse she managed to catch what he tried to hide it under. Okay, it time to pray to all known deities that she didn't kill him. As he braced for impact...she only pushed on his forehead with her left hand. He let her pour the both another sizable glass from the bottle, motioning to the waitress for another bottle. What came next was a challenge to him. He just laughed and the look in his eyes was one that said he was up to her challenge.

<< So you think it a good idea to challenge me on such things? FIne, I'll let you see past the very surface thoughts, just be ready...it is certainly going to be graphic. If you dont think you can handle it tell me now, otherwise get ready.>>

Opening the mental link with her a bit wider, he sent her the visuals of everything that ran through his mind that had to do with her, no matter how detailed, though as per his warning they certainly got to be more so as time wore on.

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[Syler Drayke]

She sat back and sipped her drink in silence as he barraged her mind with thoughts. It was a carousel of strange, graphic, and sometimes fascinating images. Some were wildly inaccurate, which was to be expected of someone she barely knew. Some were intriguing and something she carefully walled off her interest in. Instead, she waited for him to slow the parade of images and eventually halt them before she responded. She was nearly finished with her second glass and they'd been sitting quietly for quite some time.

<<Well, 1, 5, 16, 32, and 44 are all completely impossible. I might be flexible but I'm not double jointed. 14, 18, 23 through 30, and 46 are all very flattering but I personally don't like public displays of affection. And 8, 24, and 42 are all in my list of "only if I'm extremely drunk" which, thanks to the Force, I never really am.>>

She quirked a half smile at him and waited. There were plenty of ideas she didn't address, which he could take as a positive response. But she was more interested in seeing how he responded to her lack of upset. That was a reaction for a different mindset. A different her. She was far more driven, focused, and unphased in this mind. Yes, touching her arm crossed a line, but the flirting? That was merely fun.

"So how much time do you think I'll actually spend working with you directly? Or once we get to this ship of yours will I be left to my own devices and only see you on holidays and when it's time to pay out bonus checks?"

The words were genuine curiosity but also a conversation she was using to hide their mental one. If anyone saw them sitting, silently staring at each other for too long, someone would get suspicious.

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[Kurayami Bloodborn]

She seemed rather unphased by the barrage of images whether graphic or not in nature. The accuracy being off was less than surprising, he knew only that the Echani were lithe, flexible, and well trained warriors. At least with melee weapons. She waited patiently for him to finish before she finally managed a response to him. He continued sipping at his drink a moment before making a reply of his own.

<<Helpful to know. All i knew is that Echani tend to be quite flexible and very tenacious melee combatants. Good to know those are impossible due to physical limitations. I'm not honestly big on public displays of afffection either, but that is what happens when the mind is allowed to run free. As for the last three you mentioned, careful there, I may just take that as a challenge.>>

He winked playfully at her half smile, taking note of the fact that given how few of the images she actually addressed that left a lot on the table as possibilities. Definitely a good thing. His reaction to the fact that she wasn't upset was also rather encouraging, leading him to visibly relax once again. While he had unintentionally crossed a line touching her arm, she seemed perfectly at home with the flirting they were doing now.

"Well I don't get injured all that often, but if you end up enjoying the interior design stuff from your time working on this ship, then we can give you an official position working directly with me on designs. Or if you actually end up enjoying your time with me, I can contract you as a personal assistant, menaing you would still work for the company, but would answer only to me. I don't know, theres going to be very nice quarters set up to your exact specifications, question is how far do you want them to be from mine?"

The teasing in his last question was very apparent, but he wanted to see just how she would handle it, and beyond that it would hopefully help waylay her fear of people getting suspicious.

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[Syler Drayke]

She smiled at his response. This flirting was something she could definitely handle. Though whether or not she would end up acting on it was another story entirely. While he talked she finished her drink with short, dainty sips that happened quickly one after another. She sent another round of detoxify through her body and was completely sober as she responded.

<<I'm a healer Bloodborn, the first thing I do on a regular basis when drinking is monitor my blood alcohol content. I am never that drunk. And you can't keep me from using my skills on myself, even though I'm sure you'd love to take control.>>

She slowly rolled her neck and then ran her fingers through her shock of white hair to fluff it back off of her face and force her locks to trail down her back instead of on the sides of her neck. She thought about his proposal and pretended to think, overexaggerating her "hmm" and pursing her lips.

"I don't know that being your personal assistant is going to be a good fit for me. I mean, I am bipolar. There are long stretches of time where I don't accomplish much at all. What would you do then? How would you survive if you'd become dependent on me? I don't think that you've thought it through."

She pushed her glass to the side and leaned back, folding her arms across her torso, which constricted her chest in such a way as to be mildly distracting at best.

"As far as room locations go... Well, it isn't so much the distance from yours that matters as much as whether or not I get to lock the doors whenever I please and keep you out."

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[Kurayami Bloodborn]

The smile at his response was definitely a good sign, that much he was well aware of. She finished her drink during the time he was talking and it was not hard to figure out that she was sober, likely a bit of help from the Force there, even as impressive as his tolerance was, he knew that he had a limit, unless he used what little healing he knew to help. Even then it wouldn't completely sober him up, just keep him from being overly affected by the alcohol.

<<Yes, I realize you are a healer, dated one of them a bit ago, but even I can keep myself from getting too drunk with basic techniques. There are plenty of times I have been in meetings like this where ysalamiri were involved, in that case you would have to deal with the alcohol without the aid of the Force. Besides...the drinks, while strong, are not nearly as strong as namana liquor. My normal drink, so my tolerance for these is a bit better naturally. I couldn't keep you from doing so without affecting my own ability to use the Force no, and it depends on how I was taking control, and where.>>

He watched her closely as she made her overly showy display of pondering on the offer she had been given and his joke about making her his personal assistant.

"Oh please, that would assume that all of my employees and past assistants were also mentally stable. I am pretty sure that was never the case, Samira, the Chiss who runs the company while I am away, pretty sure she has a few screws loose as well. Are you kidding? Hell, just this design has taken me the better part of oh...4 years of work. Granted that is with starting over from scratch a few times, but also only working on it when I had an idea. So in that case I don't see where anything would change. What oyu see as things that haven't been thought of were things I mentally worked out before even deciding that I could actually use a healer in my employ. You have no need to woory about me becoming dependent on you. At least not in any business sense..."

He threw back the rest of his drink in a long gulp, setting his glass across from hers.

"Well then for ease we'll keep you nearby, probably next door. Make sure that when I do mess up while training you are able to address the situation quickly. Of course you would be able to lock your doors, at least sometimes, maybe don't keep them constantly locked, but if you need to to feel safe then whatever. Yes, I will have the ability to bypass that, but that is something that I could only utilize in an emergency situation and doing so would set off a ship wide alarm as well as activate a distress beacon. So nothing I would be able to take advantage of."

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[Syler Drayke]

Syler contemplated his lengthy responses to her comments and decided to not argue too much. He talked, so much. She simply smiled and nodded a bit and then carefully chose her words.

"I would prefer that my door be under my control and mine alone. And that no one become dependant on me in any sense. At least not beyond the capacities of my employment. I can heal and I can give input on the ship but during certain times when my mind is in a downswing, I should not be depended on for anything. My mind is a sh**show then."

She paused and looked out at the people in the bar, debating if they were going to order more drinks or if they were going to leave the bar soon. Possibly go back to shopping for materials? She was getting antsy just sitting here and their business arrangements were technically over.

"I'm not sure you completely understand my disorder, but you will eventually. It might be a good idea for us to get things done while my mind is on an upswing. I'm far more productive and focused this way."

She looked back at him and shrugged slightly.

<<I personally prefer to be in control in every situation I'm in. But maybe in the future you can try and change my mind on that particular preference.>>

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[Kurayami Bloodborn]

The fact that she didn't argue much was not what he was expecting after his random rambling. He didn't mean to ramble and tried keep from doing so too much, but it seemed that she was very careful while choosing her words.

"As I said, you are free to lock your doors whenever, and under normal circumstances not even I have access. The only difference is if you are incapacitated during an emergency situation. As far as dependence goes that will be up to each person you interact with, how much they need you or not. Just let me know when you are in a downswing and I will make sure that we have other means of healing available for those who need it.

He could feel her getting antsy as she looked around and watched the others, he was rather enjoying the laid back time they had while getting drinks, The shopping part was going to be interesting when they got around to it, even though the business arrangements were over.

"It makes sense that you would be more focused and productive during an upswing. Kinda figured that much given the terminology."

Her shrug just brought a nod and crooked smile from the Corellian.

<<Depending on the situation I might be perfectly fine with giving you control...>>

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[Syler Drayke]

<<We shall see.>>

Her mental response was minimal and clipped. As if the flirting was meant to end there so they could move on. She wanted to do something. She began shaking one leg under the table as the alcohol burned off under a quick wave of detoxify poison and she tried to think of how to get this man out of the booth.

"When I say we should get things done, I mean that we might want to settle our tab and go back to shopping. Or at least working on designs. Or some form of getting to know one another that actually causes us to understand the other. I don't know I just..." She paused, sounding slightly on edge. "I can only sit around drinking for so long before I need to go do something with my time. Except when I'm downswinging... Then I can drink for days..."

Syler tried to chuckle and indicate that that was a joke. She wasn't sure if it was funny or not. To be honest this was probably the longest conversation she'd ever had with a client before actually working. She didn't remember the last time she'd been expected to sit and make small talk over drinks for more than a few minutes and some credits exchanged. She ran through a catalog of previous jobs in her mind and pursed her lips, the thought consuming her for a few seconds and causing her to look preoccupied and confused before she spoke again.

"So what's your favorite color Bloodborn? I mean... We need to start somewhere with interior design..."

The whiplash of thoughts that raced once she was completely sober was staggering. As soon as her detox was over she was careening back and forth between curtains, lampshades, terrible jokes, previous jobs, that one mercenary with the amazing hair, a puppy she saw on the street this morning, a flash of a delicate arm covered in thin, perfect lines of blood, then back to couches and bedrooms. If he was still paying any attention to the crack in her mental wall he might notice any one of these things or none of them at all. A song even floated past in a soft melody that was stuck between her ears and had been for a few days now. She'd been dulling the race of her upswinging mind with alcohol for the duration of their interaction and now that she'd decided to be productive and made herself completely sober, it was a lightning round of chaos in her brain.

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[Kurayami Bloodborn]

<<Indeed we shall.>>

The fact that his response was just as curt, clearly he had taken no offense to the brusqueness of her comment. She seemed to be more than a bit agitated by something or other, though what exactly wasn't entirely clear.

"Ah, okay then. If you are ready to settle the tab and get back to the design aspect and the shopping then we can do that. As for getting to know one another I am open to however you feel most comfortable doing so." The edge in her voice was unmistakable, she was definitely just about to get pissed if things didn't change soon. "Fair enough then, you just let me know what you want to start with, design work or shopping. I had to learn to drink for extended periods long ago. It was either that or spend most of my downtime passed out while the rest of the squad enjoyed their downtime."

The fact that her little comment was made in jest didn't escape him, but he didn't laugh in response, only a gentle smile played over his lips. It may lead one to wonder if he was entertained by her joke, or if it reminded him of something else. He didn't pay heed to her thoughts as she ran over the list of previous jobs. Then she spoke up again and asked about his favorite color. Well damn, that was something he never really thought about. Granted, he wasn't a big fan of anything too gaudy or bright colors. He preferred the more muted tones, though he wasn't entirely sure why.

"It's less specific colors, but I do prefer more of the darkish colors. Not necessarily straight black, but darker grays, deep reds, pale yellows...just colors that are easier on the eyes than the bright and gaudy stuff many people seem to opt toward to help them 'stand-out.' "

He had just reached for his drink again and taken a sip when the torrent of thoughts started to race through her mind. He blinked slowly as he lowered his glass back to the table, and silently signaled the waiter for a double shot of Cassandra Sunrise for each of them. The sheer volume of thoughts that raced through her head behind the slightly cracked mental wall were hard to miss. He was admittedly grateful that none of them stayed long. Once the shots were set down in front of him he pushed one towards her and raised the other one in a toast.

<<To calming down the kriffing trainwreck of jumbled thoughts in your head.>>

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[Syler Drayke]

Syler leaned back and folded her arms across her torso, beneath her chest. The effect was distracting, but her mind had left that realm and gone off to think about color schemes while he ordered more drinks.

"We can start with the design while we're here I guess. Can I borrow your datapad to take notes?"

She wasn't just going to outright take the thing but she wanted something to do with her hands while he talked. His color choices were interesting. Reds and yellows didn't naturally compliment each other and were fairly aggressive colors... She thought? The Jedi she'd worked with had always suggested she surround herself with light, calming colors like blues and silvers. Her parents had tried to teach her about dressing well and being "presentable" and such sh**. She knew some things about colors. All of the advice about complementary colors and dress and style and accent colors versus neutrals floated through her brain in a jumbled whir as she spoke.

"I don't really lean towards bright colors either. I mean... With my complexion, anything neon or even slightly bright would just... Yeah. No. I tend to stick with pale blues and silvers though. Old feedback and habits ya know?"

She didn't actually expect him to know, but she'd run out of ways to end the thought when the shots arrived. She quirked an eyebrow and simply stared at the drink, not unfolding her arms or making any move to try and take it.

<<I am quite used to that kriffing trainwreck of thoughts. Are you suggesting you can't handle me sober? If so we might need to re-think this contract.>>

She left the link open while another whir of thoughts buzzed past: her performing surgeries and needing to focus on the task at hand; her on battlefields responding to a multitude of crisis' at once with an air of confident multitasking; the moment she lost the ability to keep track of everything at once and someone died because of it; a flash of her locked in a dark room, curled up on the floor, knees to chest, bleeding from the forearms and screaming. She abruptly cut the link to simply verbal communication before the last thought could linger long enough for him to see it for more than a flash.

<<You need to get used to my mind sober before you use me in a crisis.>>

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[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Kurayami was clearly distracted by her choice of posture.He was unsure if she caught him ordering more drinks, not that it really mattered to him either way.

"When you say design...what designs are you talking about exactly? The design of frame and hull panels is being handled, if you are talking about the layout of the rooms then sure."

Figuring it was the latter and knowing his datapad was well secured, he slid it across the table to her. He didn't pay attention to her thoughts about the colors he mentioned, letting her instead work on...well whatever it was she was doing. It was clear that the blur of thoughts was just her natural state. Alt least it seemed to be. What she said nex made it clear to him that she had misunderstood what he was getting at. Thoughts about her being taught about colors that went together and how to look presentable flashed through the link, though they were mostly disregarded by the Corellian who was clearly lounging as though he were at home, across the table from her.

"Fair enough. And sure, whatever you say about bright colors looking weird on you because of your skin complexion. Pale blues and silvers...so basically the exact same colors you already are. Don't get me wrong, it works for you, but maybe don't be scared to try other colors as well sometime. Contrast isn't always a bad thing ya know."

She did not seem all that interested in the shot when he slid it over to her. So to emphasize the point he used a bit of TK to raise the glass towards her.

<<Not suggesting anything. Just figure it might be easier for you to work when there aren't 25 other things constantly running through your mind. I can handle you drunk, sober, or anywhere in between with no issue.>>

He made no attempt to weaken the link as she let the next barrage of thoughts race through her mind, and in turn through the link. Though few of them lasted overly long, he found it interesting when she backed off sending the images suddenly. What was shown however, was rather disturbing, even for the short moment it lasted. He made no outward sign that he had even seen it, nor did he address any of the other memories verbally.

<<Look at me, I manage just fine with only occasionally being totally sober. Sure, most times it's barely above a minor buzz, but that still isn't technically sober. Crazy part? That includes everything from flying in combat to running Nubia StarDrives. Think of a better reason you want me to know you when you are sober, hon. I know you can do better.>>

It was hard to tell how much he was exaggerating what he said, or if he was at all. She would have to find out in time he supposed.

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[Syler Drayke]

Syler opened a blank file and began taking notes on color schemes. She also was able to find the files with floor plans and basic structures. Most of them were blank and not much had been laid out beyond "This floor for training" "Crew quarters go here somewhere" and an ominous section of the ship that just read "Bar" with no real boundary lines or defining features. She had her work cut out for her.

Without looking up she swatted gently at the shot, which floated back towards Kurayami with a bit of TK help from her.

"Contrast is fine, it creates balance. Lime green is not fine. It makes me look dead."

She noticed that he wasn't backing off from their link and she chose very pointedly to ignore it. When she found a floor layout marked "Medical" she began sketching off rooms and wings, playing with ideas for layout while he flirted. At least, she thought he was flirting.

<<Once I have something to focus on those 25 other things fade away. How many operating rooms would you suggest? Three or four? Depends on how many surgeons you plan on hiring... Or Force healers. Either way I would prefer private rooms, not an open medical wing. Though a small triage unit would be acceptable.>>

Not once did she look up from the datapad. She was mostly talking to herself and the thoughts seemed to reflect that. As if she were allowing him to listen in on her mental train instead of directing it towards him. She clearly could tell he was present in her mind, but she wasn't forcing the communication towards him. She tucked a loose strand of shock white hair behind her ear in order to focus on the task at hand before abruptly, directly addressing him.

<<You want to know me sober, drunk, functional, non, and everything in between. If you're going to trust me with healing and running a small hospital... Which this looks like it is... Then you need to know what I'm like.>>

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[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Kurayami knew that she would have access to basic layouts, how they would be fit to the hull was something to figure out later and certainly nothing he was overly concerned about. Sure an entire deck was being reserved for a bar, but given this was going to be his home was it really surprising in the least? The crew quarters and such didn't need a lot of room as he was likely going to have much of it run by droid brains or just droids in general. Especially in the areas around the hangar and forges. He did have a few people from the company that he would likely pull over but overall it was a much smaller organic crew than other ships of it's size.

After the double shot of Cassandra Sunrise he had a full sized glass of the drink brought to him. There may have been a release form he had to sign somewhere in there...possibly? Hard to say as he was hardly paying attention. Either way he nursed the drink as he responded to [member="Syler Drayke"].

"Yea, balance is a good thing. I honestly don't care what you do or don't wear while working for me. That extends to colors as well in case you were curious."

She may have ignored the fact that he was not backing away from the link, but what reason did he have to? From what he could tell there wasn't a good one as of right now. He would otherwise have been unaware of the fact that she finally found the medical wing and was starting to dive into designing it to fit her needs.

<<Understandable. Kinda similar to how the more alcohol I have the more focused I get, usually at least. Sometimes it gets a bit more rambly usually though more focused and more eloquent. Strange, but true for me. Makes sense that the rest would tend to fade once you have something to focus on. You have plenty of room to set up as many OR's as you feel are necessary. Private exam rooms and such make sense as well. DO whatever makes you most comfortable for working.>>

It didn't bother him that she never looked up from the design work she was doing, it was clear from her train of thought alone that this was just her way. He did flinch slightly when she directly addressed him due to how quick of a switch it was from what seemed to be the 'norm.'

<<I agree that I do need to see you in all lights if I am going to trust you with such an important task. The more I know about you the better.>>

 

[Syler Drayke]

Syler didn't look up from the datapad, but she quirked an eyebrow visibly.

<<I find that dynamic with alcohol fascinating. Maybe we should run some tests? I know that there are certain brain chemical disorders that cause controlled substances to create a level of normalcy that isn't present otherwise. Such as stimulants and ADHD, or mood stabilizers and bipolar disorder. I would be using them but...>>

She paused and actually looked up this time, shrugging slightly.

<<The catch twenty-two is that my mood is never stable enough for me to maintain a medication regimen. So I simply alter my lifestyle to suit my neurochemical imbalances.>>

She set the datapad on the table. Over the course of this conversation she'd been typing and swiping and drawing and she slid the tool back towards him with a curt nod.

"I assumed my wardrobe was under my own jurisdiction. This is a basic floorplan for a medical bay, it is well organized, overstocked, and a surgeon's dream. Let me know if there is anything that will need changing."

Sure enough, on the datapad was a thoroughly sketched out floorplan for a hospital floor on a large ship, containing state of the art medical equipment and laid out with room to spare for quick transportation of patients from one area to another. Nurse's stations had monitors that connected to every room, the rooms were all-inclusive so that whatever emergency may happen, the supplies were at hand. There were four sterile operating rooms with more than enough supplies to furnish a not-insignificant city hospital.

She also pointedly ignored his statements about knowing her. Yes, she'd brought it up, but it was not relevant enough to her for the conversation to proceed. She waved the waitress over and ordered a glass of plain hot tea and a few appetizers. If he was going to keep drinking she wanted him to eat something.

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[Kurayami Bloodborn]

Apparently, it took quite a bit to get her to look up from the datapad. He still hadn't managed to do so since he gave it to her. The most he could seem to manage was a quirked eyebrow.

<<I suppose it is to most people. To me it's just the norm, then again, been drinking pretty heavily for many years by now. So maybe it is one of those neurochemical imbalances. Honestly don't care, and don't care to. If you want to run some sort of tests to determine that though, be my guest.>>

Her informative little bit about something to do with the aforementioned topic wasn't entirely ignored, but he didn't really pick up all of it either. That was more due to him flagging down another drink already. This was a bit less of a heavy hitter, Corellian ale. This was basically just to maintain where he was. Her addressing the catch-22 of why she couldn't do a medicine regimen, that was what got her to finally tear her eyes from the datapad and shrug slightly at him.

<<Well that sounds like a less than fun situation to be in. If it works for ya though I won't be telling you to change it.>>

The sound of the datapad being set down was joined shortly after by his now empty glass being set down and slid over. He simply nodded back as he picked up the datapad and pulled his ale over to himself with a bit of TK. He sipped at the drink as he looked over the basic floorplan and equipment list.

"It is always dangerous to assume things you know. I won't complain about what you wear, though if it looks stupid on you I will be happy...no...more than happy to let you know. Though I would be remissif I didn't tell you that I couldn't care how much or how little you wear to work. As for the floorplan, shouldn't be too hard to dedicate basically a full deck or two for medical care. I mean I am going to need at least that much room just for hangar space, forges, and other equipment. 10,000 meter ships are not known to be lacking in deck space."

He did take note of the fact that she made it clear that she was ignoring his comments about getting to know her, the appetizers made him set down his drink for a moment and take a couple bites of the food when it did arrive.

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