[Apparently they shake hands on his world. Maketh hesitates a moment, but takes his hand gingerly. Her hands are callused and marked by fresh scars.] Miss...? Oh. It hardly matters.
[She had a rank once, but she's given up the right to be addressed by it.]
And you're a doctor? That's good. We need more help.
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[She had a rank once, but she's given up the right to be addressed by it.]
And you're a doctor? That's good. We need more help.