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011 ⌥ VIDEO [backdated: night before the mingle log]

Decided it was time for a change of scenery. I have to say, it would've been nice if one of you'd left me with a little more than a scalpel.

If anyone needs me, let me know where to find you. I'll come to you. I've had enough sitting on my ass for one lifetime.

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[Have a mildly surprised werewolf, Shepard. Only mildly, though.]

You lasted far longer than any lady of action I am acquainted with. I hope they didn't give you too much trouble. Or the opposite, for that matter.

[Once she was no longer obviously injured or drugged, he really isn't sure why they kept her in there, but he isn't one to question surgeons. That isn't his area of expertise.]

[She was kept in there for one reason and one reason only: They could not trust the technology now firmly fused into her spinal column. They couldn't trust it not to put their lives at risk, let alone trust her to wander the streets with it.

She had that same thought, in some form or another. When she passes under a dim-lit streetlight, the video shows that her collar is now thoroughly wrapped in a thick skin-toned bandage, the sort usually used to steady a wrist or elbow brace. It muffles anything the collar might be observing, if not blocks it altogether. At least, that's the aim, anyway.

To his concerns:] All I had was a scalpel. [She says that as if it proves she didn't give them trouble, but really, that's no proof at all.]

[He peers at the small screen on his miniature aethographer with a little frown, taking in her customization of the collar with interest. Well, that is unexpected, and he can at least sort of see her intent with it, though he's not entirely certain it would be effective.]

More than other said ladies have had to resort to, to earn freedom. I hope you didn't leave too many people in need of a doctor, themselves. Are you well, yourself?

[Oh, she's not certain either, but it was the best she had available at the time so it'll have to do.]

I'm fine. [As for his first concerns?] And so are they. The local docs are a hell of a lot smarter than I'd have taken them for. ['Smarter' in this sense meaning 'shepard has something sharp and a fierce gleam in her eye, let's let her walk on by'.]

[Since he can see she is at least relatively well, that was, indeed, a secondary concern. He gives a little huff, not quite a laugh.]

Good. I would hate to have to come by the hospital tomorrow and make too many apologies.

[Nevermind that she isn't actually his Alpha and he has no need to be apologizing for her. Sometimes old habits die hard; he's been apologizing for headstrong people pretty much his whole life.]

Where are you headed, Commander, if you don't mind my asking? I assume you have somewhere safe to den up.

Commander. Are you...are you all right?

[He's aware how lame a question it is. The last he saw of her was that video from the Dome.]

Of course.

[She may not have been so convincing a week ago, but that's beside the point.]

I. [He stops, a bit startled by her response.]

Do you need anything? Are you well taken care of?

Appreciated, but I'm fine. A week and a half in the med-bay does that to a person. [She means hospital--'med-bay' is just a force of habit.]

Ah, but maybe what you need is a little distraction.

[He is unfazed by the word--it's the same Cybertronians use.]

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