by Yara Suhr » Sun Oct 07, 2018 4:13 am
Cefey Raneth wrote:The twi'lek took another mouthful of beer as she listened to the doctor. "Tu cannot save people from their own idiocy, I say. Can fix wounds and such, but healing stupid? No such thing," she shook her head with some dismay. Thankfully she didn't have that trouble with the three humans she travelled with, as they tended to be cautious, and none of them used drugs.
"Hm," Yara snorts faintly. "I wish I could argue with you, but with hardly a decent addiction clinic anywhere in the system..." she shrugs. "It amounts to more or less the same thing, I'm afraid. And I haven't the time or the training to fix that."
Hin'biki wrote:Hin came back with a tray of empty glasses and a downcast look. In spite of his air of inattentiveness, he still dodged out of the way of patrons, flowing through the crowd with no trouble. He again took the empty glasses, put them in the washer behind the bar, but when he closed the lid, he set down the tray and gave a wince. It was barely noticeable, especially with the reserved nature of the twi'lek. He rubbed his hand over his opposite wrist, which, when pulled away revealed a set of slowly revealing bruises. Another could be seen on his side, with the decided indentation of a central mark with five radiating contusions.
Yara starts to reach toward a dish of some kind of crunchy-looking snacks set on the bar, then stops mid-gesture when a closer look reveals the texture she's seeing is definitely chitin, not vegetable matter, and also possibly something in there is moving.
Might take a pass on that. Her hand settles on the bar top instead, thumb tapping lightly in an irregular rhythm.
However, in looking up from the dish she does catch a glimpse of the Twi'lek barman, and her brows draw together, making faint furrows on her forehead. "That will bruise less if you put a cold compress on it promptly," she says quietly, preparing to be given the usual line about having slipped and fallen on a door panel opener or against a banister.
A curious pentadactyl sort of banister... but that, too, was depressingly usual.
[quote="Cefey Raneth"]The twi'lek took another mouthful of beer as she listened to the doctor. "[i]Tu[/i] cannot save people from their own idiocy, I say. Can fix wounds and such, but healing stupid? No such thing," she shook her head with some dismay. Thankfully she didn't have that trouble with the three humans she travelled with, as they tended to be cautious, and none of them used drugs.[/quote]
"Hm," Yara snorts faintly. "I wish I could argue with you, but with hardly a decent addiction clinic anywhere in the system..." she shrugs. "It amounts to more or less the same thing, I'm afraid. And I haven't the time or the training to fix that."
[quote="Hin'biki"]Hin came back with a tray of empty glasses and a downcast look. In spite of his air of inattentiveness, he still dodged out of the way of patrons, flowing through the crowd with no trouble. He again took the empty glasses, put them in the washer behind the bar, but when he closed the lid, he set down the tray and gave a wince. It was barely noticeable, especially with the reserved nature of the twi'lek. He rubbed his hand over his opposite wrist, which, when pulled away revealed a set of slowly revealing bruises. Another could be seen on his side, with the decided indentation of a central mark with five radiating contusions.[/quote]
Yara starts to reach toward a dish of some kind of crunchy-looking snacks set on the bar, then stops mid-gesture when a closer look reveals the texture she's seeing is definitely chitin, not vegetable matter, and also possibly something in there is moving. [i]Might take a pass on that.[/i] Her hand settles on the bar top instead, thumb tapping lightly in an irregular rhythm.
However, in looking up from the dish she does catch a glimpse of the Twi'lek barman, and her brows draw together, making faint furrows on her forehead. "That will bruise less if you put a cold compress on it promptly," she says quietly, preparing to be given the usual line about having slipped and fallen on a door panel opener or against a banister. [i]A curious pentadactyl sort of banister[/i]... but that, too, was depressingly usual.