[Avisheh has a few scratches, but that's not why she's come to the clinic. She figures a place like this, with monsters and people alike coming in from other worlds, has got to have a need for more medical staff. If it's random pick of the draw, it only stands to reason that only a few doctors are gonna end up the lucky winners of the Hadriel lottery.
She notes the first person she sees has a bag full of prosthetics, and figures it's more resourceful than anything, even if the nature of her arrival has left her a little sour on the less-advanced answer to her own two prosthetic legs.
She taps her cane on the nearest desk to grab his attention.]
Knock, knock. I'm looking for the man who stole my legs.
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She notes the first person she sees has a bag full of prosthetics, and figures it's more resourceful than anything, even if the nature of her arrival has left her a little sour on the less-advanced answer to her own two prosthetic legs.
She taps her cane on the nearest desk to grab his attention.]
Knock, knock. I'm looking for the man who stole my legs.