[Audio] The doctor is in

[suitupangel]

Guten Morgen! [ For those with their earbud translators in, the cheery opening will translate seamlessly to Good morning! Someone’s up bright and early and ready to work. ]

My name is Dr. Angela Ziegler and I’m here to be of assistance. I have experience working with medical applications of nanotechnology [ understatement of the year ] and organizations such as these. I assure you nothing you could bring would phase me. Feel free to contact me at any time should you require patching up.

If there are any preexisting medical conditions or developing ones you possess, it would be in both of our best interests for me to be informed. Privately, of course. [ That whole patient-doctor confidentiality at work. ] I’m operating out of my lodgings for the time being. My door is always open to patients so please stop by when you have a moment.

[ A sentiment she genuinely means given her part of the Legion is a small infirmary and medical lab. Nothing could possibly go wrong there. ]

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action at some nebulous pre-murderworld time

[mylawn]

[76 would be very hard-pressed to forget this voice, and as soon as he hears it over his omnicomm, he's on edge. Had this been a short time ago, he would have written it off as just another facet of what was surely some kind of drug-or-torture-induced simulation meant to extract intel from him. After some days and more than a handful of encounters, however, he's starting to come around to the notion that all this Legion stuff is probably real.

This is really happening. That is really Angela Ziegler, and she's really here.

But he has to be sure, which means ignoring her audio message and making an attempt to seek her out in person. He waffles about coming clean the whole way to the habitat deck, knowing that if he doesn't, Ana most certainly will out him. If that has to happen, he'd rather it be on his terms. That's what brings him to her infirmary, though he isn't exactly good at being friendly about it. 76 still expects to be jumped by Reaper at some point, which means he's not going anywhere without his pulse rifle.

It makes for some not-so-subtle snooping as he lets himself in and starts to--for lack of a better phrase--sneak around. Surely this will go over well.]