[Regeneration? Zenyatta cocks his head at her like a dog at a mysterious new scent, instantly intrigued by what the puzzle with which he has been presented- but first things first.
As soon as his omnic energy has persuaded the edges of his current patient's wound to knit together, just enough to stem the bleeding, the man is up on his feet and shaking his hand in vigorous thanks. The young woman may very well catch that promise of paying him back in as much chroma as you can handle, if you know what I mean before he sweep off in a cloud of self-confidence.
Zenyatta blinks at the space where he sat for a moment, then laughs.]
Well. [He gestures for her to sit down, still chuckling.] For the record, I do not expect anything in return, much less chroma. My name is Zenyatta. What may I call you, my friend?
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As soon as his omnic energy has persuaded the edges of his current patient's wound to knit together, just enough to stem the bleeding, the man is up on his feet and shaking his hand in vigorous thanks. The young woman may very well catch that promise of paying him back in as much chroma as you can handle, if you know what I mean before he sweep off in a cloud of self-confidence.
Zenyatta blinks at the space where he sat for a moment, then laughs.]
Well. [He gestures for her to sit down, still chuckling.] For the record, I do not expect anything in return, much less chroma. My name is Zenyatta. What may I call you, my friend?