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[numbered_doctor]

[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]

[The mun has to flee for an hour and will reply to all tags when she returns. is back!]

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[numbered_doctor]

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."

[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

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

[numbered_doctor]

A nod.

"Understandable."

[lissla-lissar.livejournal.com]

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