health care

[Jazzi]

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As Roland enters the scanning chamber, Thallia looks between him and the scanner. She spots his slight frown. With one hand curled around the screen, she steps closer to it to obscure vision to her other side. Offering an apologetic smile, "S...sorry, this can take a little while to run. Heisenberg's grid is good but ur... on this deck sometimes the demand is quite h...high." Her other hand subtly presses a thumb to a panel in the wall. A hinged cover unclicks open, and she curls her fingers around to reach inside. The feel of a cold, rubber grip that sits snuggling into her hand. A subtle short vibration signalling fingerprint recognition.

[ :: Access Granted :: ]

Her eyes glance between the Legionnaire and the screen. No abnormal organ tissue. No signs of alien matter, coiled nor amoebic. At least we haven't got that problem to deal with. Her hand lets go and slides out of the panel, gently closing it back as quietly as she could whilst her apologetic smile turned into a bright, beaming grin.

"F...fancy that~" Thorn walks into the chamber with him, pulled the screen around on it's mounting arm so they both could see, and she triggers another scan. "I'm s...sorry Roland. Experience has taught me to be p...particularly cautious, especially when you work in the field I do." With both figures displayed without normality, the device chimes once again.

[ :: Access Granted :: ]

She nudges his arm as the door they came through seals shut, and the one behind opens. Turning, she gestures for him to continue on. "Welcome to m...my office." Before Roland was a rectangular room illuminated by white strip lights tucked into the recessed of a tapered ceiling. The walls were lined with polished white material coated with a shiny film that continued on the dark grey floor. A round inset on the far wall had projector strips lining it's curve, reflections cast off the polished desks that sat either side. In the middle-left of the room was a workstation complete with stool, desklight, and a screen beneath it's synthetic transaprent surface. On the far right sat a large fume-sealed glovebox. Within it's secured environment sat a chunk of exotic materials, small shards chipped off and placed to the side. Two gloves lay inwardly. The majority of space working space were covered with scientific instruments, screens, or the odd flask of coffee yet finished.

Thallia points towards another sealed doorway on the near left corner. "Co...considering your symptoms, I'd suggest not going in there. Otherwise... what do you think?"

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