health care

[Locksmith]

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"You think? Well, I'm used to the helmet, but... I think I wouldn't mind taking a little break from it when we're face to face."

Still smiling, he took a deep breath, as if tasting the air without his usual filters. Once again, she helped him feel more at ease with her calm, positive response. Not to mention that it was flattering to hear, considering her own rather pleasant appearance. Speaking of, Freud couldn't pinpoint her age, although he knew she was probably older than him.

Placing the helmet on one of the shelves in the locker, Roland was left in a black pants and turtleneck. He looked at the latter with slight thoughtfulness for a second before turning his head to Thallia once more.

"I'll probably need to take off some more clothes for... The examination?"

When the picture on the monitors changed, he nodded gratefully. This gesture was appreciated.

"Not so much that the image alone hurts me, but... I suppose memories can be painful too. I've heard that a lot of people experience something similar in Ontario, but I guess it affects me more than most. Thinking about stocking up on painkillers for when we do get to Ontario."

Roland followed her, looking around the next room. He shrugged his shoulders in slight embarrassment at her question.

"To be honest, I haven't tried any of this. I'll take whatever you recommend."

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