[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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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?
HEHEHEHEHE
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.