health care

[Jazzi]

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"Cou-" The smile on Thallia's face drops in an instance at the sensation of the jolt of static passing from Roland on contact. A hand moves up to the back of her head reflexively to rub the back of her neck. Her frown only deepened as that "walking" sensation of the shock kept her stationary as she fought the urge to fight it's induced micro-spasms.

Turning, she watches Roland gaze around her laboratory with an unease, stern furrow in her brow. A wise-crack lay on the tip of her tongue, but she bit it back. Warily, yet drawing herself up to her full height, Thallia points to a wheely desk chair as she closes the entry door behind her. She takes out a personal recorder from her back pocket and affixes it to her belt with the clip on it's back. She activates it.

"Take a seat, Roland. Perhaps l...le...let's start with you recounting to me your symptoms? In addition to what you've told me already, do you have a habit of passing ele...electrical current to those close to you?"

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