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[OOM:The clinic isn’t always just runny noses and sore throats.]

The door bangs open, and a doctor enters. She’s looking particularly murderous today, jaw clenched and lab coat flaring almost dramatically behind her as she strides her way blindly into the Bar, the abrupt change of surroundings not really registering until she nearly trips over one of the waitrats, who thankfully manages to dodge out of the way in the nick of time.

The waitrat gets a startled apology, and Thirteen settles in a seat whilst trying to reign in her righteous anger.

[Open 'till it falls off]

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The comment receives an odd look, but the point is made, and Thirteen nods.

"Nicely put."

The odd look receives one in turn and Lissar says, "You didn't kill them?"

She stares at the white woman for a moment, and then shakes her head.

"The boy's mother died almost a year ago, the father has been taken into custody. It's not my place to sentence the father, as much as I'd love to tear him apart with my own hands."

"That is the problem with earths." Lissar says, shaking her head a little, "Ah, well."

Thirteen nods grimly, Lissar's first statement gains some curiosity, though.

"You're not from earth?"

"No, although I live on one now." she says with a small head-shake, "In almost all areas it is far better than where I did live. There are just too many evil people allowed to live."

The final statement gets another grim nod.

"Where are you originally from, then?"

"A world without name, but many resonances in fairy tales." Lissar says with a shrug and a dismissive wave of her hand, "I shall not return until my beloved is ready to take the crown."

And, wryly, "It may be some years. He is not good with humans."

Thirteen blinks, then blinks again.

"Not good with humans? Does that mean he's not human, then?"

"All metal but the spark." she's proud of that, as proud as Ironhide himself, "He is a Cybertronian, of the planet Cybertron."

Thirteen stares wide-eyed at the comment, mouth working mutely. Her brain's having just a little problem processing this information.

"He spends most of his time as a truck."

This receives more staring and gaping, were she a cartoon, there would be smoke coming out her ears. Finally, she manages to force herself to speak:

"A...truck?"

"GMC 4x4 TopKick." Lissar agrees, "Black and chrome, with the faction symbol on the rear. See? Thus." she pushes her sleeve up and her glove down to show off.

She glances at the tattoo, her mind still reeling and processing.

"Your beloved...is a truck?"

"Only some of the time." Lissar shrugs, "The rest of the time he is a robot some four times and one half my height, looking something like a sculpture of a knight crafted by a mad man. He is quite the most beautiful thing I have ever seen."

...

..

.

"What?"

"You love as you will, and I shall as I." Lissar says firmly, "I do not like humans much."

"Any particular reason why not?"

"Because humans stood by and blamed me after my father raped me." Lissar says simply, "And it was non-humans who taught me to trust and love."

The comment hits a little too close to home, and her anger flares, remembering vivid green eyes gazing up at her. Valiantly, she fights to keep it reigned in.

"It's good you got away, then."

"So it is." Lissar agrees, touching her hair wryly, "And so I do not like humans much."

A nod.

"Understandable."

Lissar nods in return. That, as far as she's concerned, is that.

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