Oh, I'd love to! Meet the neighbors, get their recipes!
[It's not often Emily meets someone as perky as she is, and she accepts the handshake with a little...well, shock isn't the right word, but she certainly hadn't been expecting to get her own cheer mirrored back to her. Spend enough time in a war zone and you get used to everyone else being dour.
In the back of her mind, a quiet voice she recognizes as her own is reeling off a list of the injuries that caused his scars: Shrapnel. Incision. Gunshot. Plasma. He's a soldier, she realizes, and that...doesn't surprise her?
And...she's a doctor. At first, it's just a logical conclusion from the fact she so easily and reflexively categorized his old wounds, but as soon as tries the title on for size in her mind, it feels right.
This was a good plan. Look at all the information she's gotten already!]
Dr. Emily Grey. Yes, the medicine kind. So nice to meet you, Butch.
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[It's not often Emily meets someone as perky as she is, and she accepts the handshake with a little...well, shock isn't the right word, but she certainly hadn't been expecting to get her own cheer mirrored back to her. Spend enough time in a war zone and you get used to everyone else being dour.
In the back of her mind, a quiet voice she recognizes as her own is reeling off a list of the injuries that caused his scars: Shrapnel. Incision. Gunshot. Plasma. He's a soldier, she realizes, and that...doesn't surprise her?
And...she's a doctor. At first, it's just a logical conclusion from the fact she so easily and reflexively categorized his old wounds, but as soon as tries the title on for size in her mind, it feels right.
This was a good plan. Look at all the information she's gotten already!]
Dr. Emily Grey. Yes, the medicine kind. So nice to meet you, Butch.