"Too kind, good sir." She bows and snickers. While he fiddles with fluids and starts his diagnosis, she pops the back to fish out the emergency kit. Doubting he needs a silencer or MREs to fix the Stang, she unloads a little and drags over to the front for him. "It doesn't have that slagged smell, so I'm hoping it's not dire."
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