[She decided that one of the best ways to learn about the history was to get involved. Vietnam isn't always comfortable in being in the public eye, but it is her line of work. And fighting is something she's comfortable with.
Still, fighting is something and her body is still fleshy.]
Excuse me! [She saw him tending to another at the moment. While her wounds would seal up faster than most, it doesn't mean it's instantaneous. Besides, she was curious.] Someone said that you were tending to wounds?
[The majority of the injuries Zenyatta has seen have been superficial so far, which is no small miracle given how seriously the locals appear to be taking the tournament- they are excellent sports, certainly, but the dedication on show has been nothing short of remarkable.
He is dabbing gently at a man's split eyebrow when he is addressed by a young woman instead, smaller and leaner than the vast majority of what he had to assume were her competitors.
But appearances, obviously, could be deceiving.]
That is correct. Are you injured, my friend? I will not be long.
[She was able to get a good look at him as he continues, and there was something quite soothing about him. That explains why the patient he had were saying quite good things.
She steps aside, making sure he has ample space to continue with his patient.]
I can wait, certainly! My wounds are not severe, but I would hope to stop the bleeding before the next part of the tournament. I usually heal quite fast, but the matches are happening faster than my regeneration.
[If that was a clue on her overall strength, which goes to show, Zenyatta was right to suspect! Her armour couldn't cover her completely because of loose fitting, so she had to remove some of it. Which meant that she had open areas, easier to target.]
[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?
[There's a story that comes with it, but she's not going to tell him while he's working. Soon, Zenyatta, soon...
Although, she widens her eyes and looks on in shock as the cheeky patient was offering moonlacing for chroma? Goodness!
She quickly cups her cheeks.]
My! That was...quite forward! He recovered quickly! [Yeah, she heard.] A-anyway! You can call me Vietnam...or Sen...one of those! [Someone was taken by surprise?!]
[Her expression is priceless, and it is all Zenyatta can do not to laugh at her embarrassment too, but that would be somewhat unprofessional, wouldn't it? Though he is not exactly offering his services in a professional capacity.]
My work is faultless. [dryly sarcastic there, before he focuses back on the young woman. Two names, hm? Possibly she is being cautious.] Vietnam is a beautiful country- I have travelled through it a number of times.
[as an afterthought, he adds:] Would you show me your injuries, please?
[Don't worry, it would be the first time as she's flipping out on her volition. Help!!]
I can...see that...you have...satisfied patients. [She clears her throat. And he's not even wrong!] I love my country very much! I'm glad that you've visited, I hope you were treated well. [She's such a host! If she knew, she would actually take him around.
But oh! Injuries. She lifts up her sleeve on her left arm, where there is a gash.] There are scratches like this on my arms.
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Still, fighting is something and her body is still fleshy.]
Excuse me! [She saw him tending to another at the moment. While her wounds would seal up faster than most, it doesn't mean it's instantaneous. Besides, she was curious.] Someone said that you were tending to wounds?
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He is dabbing gently at a man's split eyebrow when he is addressed by a young woman instead, smaller and leaner than the vast majority of what he had to assume were her competitors.
But appearances, obviously, could be deceiving.]
That is correct. Are you injured, my friend? I will not be long.
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She steps aside, making sure he has ample space to continue with his patient.]
I can wait, certainly! My wounds are not severe, but I would hope to stop the bleeding before the next part of the tournament. I usually heal quite fast, but the matches are happening faster than my regeneration.
[If that was a clue on her overall strength, which goes to show, Zenyatta was right to suspect! Her armour couldn't cover her completely because of loose fitting, so she had to remove some of it. Which meant that she had open areas, easier to target.]
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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?
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Although, she widens her eyes and looks on in shock as the cheeky patient was offering moonlacing for chroma? Goodness!
She quickly cups her cheeks.]
My! That was...quite forward! He recovered quickly! [Yeah, she heard.] A-anyway! You can call me Vietnam...or Sen...one of those! [Someone was taken by surprise?!]
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My work is faultless. [dryly sarcastic there, before he focuses back on the young woman. Two names, hm? Possibly she is being cautious.] Vietnam is a beautiful country- I have travelled through it a number of times.
[as an afterthought, he adds:] Would you show me your injuries, please?
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I can...see that...you have...satisfied patients. [She clears her throat. And he's not even wrong!] I love my country very much! I'm glad that you've visited, I hope you were treated well. [She's such a host! If she knew, she would actually take him around.
But oh! Injuries. She lifts up her sleeve on her left arm, where there is a gash.] There are scratches like this on my arms.