Damn Damnatias

[Asherah]

It was interesting, listening to the way they both spoke. Finding the things they thought were important and the things they took for granted. She was curious as to what was individual quirks and what was the norm for the rest of the galaxy. Or at least humans. For that matter, were they both humans? Weren't there several species that looked similar but were subtly different? And given the number of planets humans now inhabited, there was no saying that any two humans were similar either. If the same species of fish lived in different places for long enough, they evolved, if only slightly, until they could hardly be said to be the same! Ah, but it was exciting being out and about.

All this ran through her mind as she listened politely, nodding occasionally and resisting the urge to scratch already drying skin. Very little was improved by picking at it. This was some of the most basic medical knowledge, often yelled at younglings.

"I do not think there is anything I need, though I appreciate the offer, and you are very correct. This is the only world other than Morje I have ever been on and it is.. trying. Beautiful in it's own way of couse." Probably, to someone. Not her, but that would be quite rude to say. Plus perhaps there was a nice part somewhere, and she just hadn't seen it. "I would accept the ride, but I believe I will leave with.. him, when he leaves. I do not know either of your names. Is it rude to ask?"

It might be. Who really knew? In any case, his habit of moving where he was needed most sounded appealing, and a good way to see many moons while still fulfilling her purpose. Plus this Denon surely couldn't be much worse than this planet, right?

This talk of cybernetics were interesting. It was quite definitely a technology word, and the woman had one in her head? Had she needed to have one put in there for health reasons, or just chosen to do so? Imagine if she'd chosen! Having ones head cut open on a whim! Unless that wasn't where her brain was located, but her basic form was so similar to Asherahs that the Kraljican had just assumed...

[member="Declan Ross"] [member="Triam Akovin"]

 

[Cassus Akovin]

"Much appreciated Doc," Triam winked at [member="Declan Ross"] for his generous donation of one scrap heap on the way to her tinkering hands. Then she realized even she didn't know the name of her own doctor, once [member="Asherah"] mentioned names. It would be difficult communicating to the nurses dotting over her who she wanted to see if there were multiple doctors running around, and the only one she knew of she knew as 'Doc'.

"Now that you mention it, I don't even know your name Doc, how will I fetch for you?" Triam also turned to Ash, "Though you may know me as Ms. Akovin, my first name is Triam. Triam Akovin at your service." Triam smiled to the alien, appreciating her cordial nature. While Doc's demeanor was one of gruff and understandable pragmatism that Triam respected, Asherah was an alluring curiosity that seemed to mellow the mood nicely despite the crisis environment. Her very presence was like water washing over them, which was a strange feeling to have, but comforting all the same. Triam saw in these two not only a business opportunity (shame on her if she should be so detached!) but also the potentiality for friendship of sorts. At least an association she might call upon due to the crossing paths.

Then again, these were medical professionals who have saved and changed countless lives who may have felt exactly as Triam has, and while she wouldn't doubt they would help them again at a moments notice, she would doubt they would remember them as vividly as their patients would remember them. Saving them was not a life altering course of action, but being saved by them was. So she decided to take their kindness with a grain of salt, and seek to make a more lasting impression upon them. Knowing a good doctor, or pair of doctors, always did one's health some good.