...Blink, blink.
"...Did I have something on my face?"
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"Oh, my..."
She's tempted to ask what the gun was like - after all, that sounds like a marvel of electrical engineering. But no, even she knows that's inappropriate.
"I suppose we are! Thank you, Doctor, that does put me at ease."
Suddenly she winces, hand going to cover-
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"...Thank you, doctor. It just not often I show people these scars..."
She stands nervously, readying herself mentally for the examination. A couple deep breaths.
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Ah, nerves. Why is she getting nervous now? He's only a doctor. She nods, and removes the jacket, then lifts her shirt off too. True to her words, the scars extend across her torso, down her waist, all the way down to her thigh... it's a grisly, but faded injury.
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Cuddling a large Nessie plushie, and tapping a gentle rhythm against her knee.
Happy Nat, happy stims.
Oh, fascinating! Mechanical processes are outside of my, uhm... how do you say... wheelhouse! Perhaps I can watch you work sometime?
Ooh, we could work on an electric car!