health care

[Jazzi]

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Thallia's left brow arched high as Roland mentions 'implants'. She waits for him to finish, walking around the perimeter of the room with eyes that dart with each thought. A brow that furrows in concentration. A monitor beside her blinks with unread alerts, three little red dots. With a press of her finger on the icons, she swiftly dismisses the status updates of various probes with rightward waves of her hand.

"Y...you had not mentioned that."

She looks Roland over thoughtfully, before moving across the room to squat down in front of a cabinet. Opening it up, she begins looking through for, presumably, a tool for the occassion. "Do you know what material th...they are made out of? Considering the x-ray scan did n...not pick them up, I can rule out metallics?"

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