Please, no second hand prosthestics. [D8, ME]

[Quinn Largo]

"Oh, it's nothing. Probably. There's just... the possibility of people who don't like me very much coming around. You know, maybe because of the lightsaber."

Or other things.

[Yara Suhr]

"Hm." She has a point about the lightsaber thing, with the Imps on the planet. "Well, we'll lock up, and Raine, Temra, and I will be upstairs. You ought to be as safe as you would be at Cal's place, if anyone thinks to look for you here."

[Quinn Largo]

"Thanks. In that case, let's do whatever you think is best."

[Yara Suhr]

Yara nods. "All right. I'll step out while you get changed into a gown, and then we can get started..."

/fade to futuristic surgery?

[Quinn Largo]

/fade to futuresurgery