Pre-TL: What's Up Doc?

[Darasuum]

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The Grysk would not be in pain if he had just dodged the blaster bolt. But that was easier said than done. Right now, the man sat on the couch of the oppulent pent house with a blaster bolt wound in his shoulder along with a stab wound in his leg. From what he could tell the vibro blade that had cut into him had missed the artery. A decent amount of pain killers had been taken, at least Malakai had treated them like pain killers.

A bottle of clear liquor sat on the table in front of him. His hand clutched the makeshift bandaging that had kept him from bleeding too quickly. An injection of rev-all had kept him from being to at risk of death for the next day or so. But the macabre looking dark sider would also prefer to not have any terminal injury, like a limb, or loss in motor control of his arm. That meant one of his friends had contacted some kind of doctor to come up to the temporary base of operations.

On the kitchen counter sat baggies of spice. Blasters and other paraphernalia sat around for the time being. The Grysk had been in an altercation with some particularly violent individuals recently that had resulted in his current state. Now he just needed to get fixed up and maybe take a few days off. Technically these were his days off from being among the Sith. "Maybe I'll go to Canto Bight after this." he muttered to himself and took another deep swig of the relativly cheap alcohol. It made Malakai grimace but then exhale in satisfaction knowing the buzz was also going to keep him from feeling too much of the pain.

@Killa Ree

 

[Killa Ree]

Ilana Morata had at least gained some repute of note for her ability to keep things secret. She had treated many, from simple smugglers to mob bosses, and yet she liked the anonymity of it all. The facelessness of her job meant that she could be anybody, and no one would blink twice at a woman walking where so many had before.

She was dressed in black slacks, grey blouse and the white jacket, collar turned up. She had some degree of professionalism around her, after all, and it would not do to look... too shabby. Long white hair fell straight down to mid-back, tucked behind her ears, with no ornamentation.

She knew she ought to announce herself when taking the lift, but why bother. The reception would anyways. Just another beat-up body in a hard galaxy that she had to treat, was that such a shock? The droid that manned the lobby was kind enough to give her a floor number, but beyond that she didn't have a name. She didn't need one, but she was told this person was interesting, at least the contact emphasized it. But if this was another one of Flynn's jokes...

Her hand imperceptibly tightened on the leather handle of her bag at that thought. No visible medkit today, this was all under the table.

Funny how the place reminded her of her own mother's home on Paqualis III. Same level of... wealth... that she hoped to get. She buzzed in, but the door was unlocked.

Her hand slipped against her hip just in case this was just another jokester anxious to take down a Doc for funsies. But the door swung open... and she saw the spice. The blasters. The mess... and the reek of something. Her nose twitched at the scent of blood, beyond the entrance.

...

No shots fired. Good sign at least.

She slipped in, not even bothering to glance at the mess. Her features were cool, impassive as they took in the... person... she was called over for help. When her contact said he was different, she assumed he meant personality. Seeing the Grysk, though, instantly made her day, though not a single twitch betrayed her expression.

"...At least you stemmed the bleeding." Her voice was dry, with the hint of a rasp to it as a greeting. Her hand slipped away from her hip, and eyes immediately assessed damage, calculating just how much damage control she'd have to do as she placed her briefcase on the coffee table, clicking it open to reveal the contents of a medkit and more surgical tools, lips pursed slightly for a moment to betray her only true emotion.

Annoyance.

Not necessarily at him, but at their contact not informing her. Was it so difficult to let her know she needed to get more surgical tools... but she had been successful using less. Her eyes glanced at the alcohol next to her briefcase, and the brief flicker of annoyance faded.

"This is gonna hurt. But you came prepared."

@Darasaurus

 

[Darasuum]

The door opened with a hiss causing Malakai to look over his shoulder. His brow furrowed for a moment. "I said a doctor not a..." His eyes dropped to the bag in her hand. She did not seem to care what he had said since she commented on his ability to reduce further injury. The Grysk's first impression was that she was beautiful. He had not expected the doctor to be so pretty but that made little difference in the end. "...oh, yeah. Not the first time I've been hurt." But it was never fun.

He stayed seated on the couch. Leaning forward with a mild groan he grabbed the bottle by its neck and tipped it back into his mouth for another swig. "aaah, yeah. Care for a drink?" He pulled the clothing away to show the injuries more clearly. The attire he had would need heavy washing and stitching if he was going to use it again. Gonna need to get some new threads after this.

"So uh...you knew around here?" It would be easier for him to deal with any inevitable pain by talking. Plus he had not heard of the woman before today. Talk with a pretty lady, get healed up, have a couple drinks, life could be worse. "Ey, Bruggan, pass me a splif aight?" He shouted. A big kaleesh came down the stairs. Up until then he had been silently hanging out on the second level. He was strapped just like the rest of his personal crew of misfits and outcasts.

"What kind?" He headed towards the kitchen counter that had several packages of spice laid out. "uuuh...somethin'...feisty, ya know? Maybe a late fuse, slow climb." Even after she finished Malakai knew that he would either be able to lay around and heal or go back to doing the same old shtick. Bruggan snapped his fingers and gave Malakai a relaxed finger gun. "You got it boss." He set his attention on rolling a fresh laced cigara for the Grysk.

@Killa Ree

 

[Killa Ree]

She gave a dry, humorless chuckle at his statement as she perused her bag further, searching for antiseptic. "Not a stripper or a prostitute, no," she rasped, one white brow raised sardonically. He was staring at her; was he shocky? She couldn't tell, he was already in a shade that most couldn't achieve.

Well.

Anyone other than her. But she didn't know if he was pale for one of his species or not. But she scanned him again, albeit with more interest flickering in those cold amber eyes. He was physically fit... she itched for a closer physiological study, but had to rein it in first. After all, she wasn't here to gawk, but to treat.

Her lips twitched again at his offering her a drink. Now it was definitely a remote amusement; the brow twitched again, withdrawing antiseptic paks, a hypospray of nerve block, and a laser cauterizer.

She was always prepared. But at least she wasn't here for heart surgery, then they'd be both screwed.

And not in a very fun way.

"...A drink after work sounds good. Spoiler alert: big pinches are ahead."

She knelt at his feet, hardly conscious of how it must look from other angles. She was careful to peel away the rest of the pants leg, gloved hands cold despite the warmth of the room. She already had the bacta pads set aside as well; her touch was feather-light against the stab wound as she gazed with a critical eye, then snagged the hypospray.

"Small pinch in 3...2..."

She worked fast. Thankfully, vibroblade cuts were deep, but clean. Whomever shanked him didn't do so well; they missed any bleeders, and it seemed to go with the muscle fibers. The numbing agent would work quickly, and she bent her head to her work, cleaning and cauterizing the wound in light, swift movements. There was no debris, but the cleaning was a bit more difficult, as close to the bone as it was.

Beyond the damage to his shoulder, it seemed there would be contusions and abrasions to deal with, but nothing that was truly troublesome. It wasn't long until she was done, smoothing a bacta patch over the cut with a nod. "...Yes. Just arrived here. Lovely place." That was just about all the commentary he would get; to be honest, she hardly looked the place over. It was so much like her own old residence that it was almost disconcerting; she had to focus on her vic--patient first.

Next was the shoulder.

"...I need you to lie down. This is not going to be pretty," she commented, shucking off the soiled gloves into a small waste container tucked in the bag, and slipping on a new pair with a snap.

"But if you stay still, it'll be a happier ending for both of us."

She eyed the Kaleesh with interest as well... but for now, the Grysk had her undivided attention.

She could hardly wait to get started on his shoulder. It could give her a closer angle to examine... and do it while doing surgery! Her day just kept looking up, and up.

"And your name...?" Perhaps an odd time for introductions, but no better time to distract him than during the far more difficult surgery involving the possible cost of mobility. Plus, she had nothing to knock him out, just to block the pain. So at least he had... laced cigaras..? to detract the pain. And bonus, they didn't interfere with the nerve block.

So he would be lucid, and able to answer her questions. She could hardly wait to begin.

@Darasaurus

 

[Darasuum]

Malakai watched the woman move with a quiet skepticism. This was the first time he was meeting her and she seemed abnormal. Whether that was because she was just a unique person or had something that warranted suspicion was yet to be seen. She had only just arrived and while Malakai doubted many people would go through these lengths to get close to him, he wanted to be careful.

In the next few moments Ilana produced her instruments of healing and as he stared back at her scrutinizing gaze there was no sensation that most people tended to have. Fear was a common one. Seeing a macabre visage that most near-humans shared tended to make people feel uneasy. For that same appearance there was disgust. But there was nothing but subtle curiosity in the pale woman's aura. Her actions were focused on doing her job as a doctor.

Malakai'ss leg shivered at her cold hand. The woman was not talkative or at least prioritizing getting the job done over socializing. When she was done with his leg he moved to lie down whichever way she directed. A chuckle came from the Grysk. "phrasing." He commented towards the 'happy ending' mention.

"Malakai...but most people just call me Kai. You're not just 'Doc' are you?" While he waited for the woman to start working on his shoulder injury the Kaleesh brute came over and handed Malakai the laced cigara and a lighter. "Thanks." He said and lit the vice to take in a generous lung full of drugs.

@Killa Ree

 

[Killa Ree]

She was being watched as she worked.

This was nothing new. During her time in surgical theater they nicknamed her the 'ice queen' because of her seeming lack of empathy for the subject; he just happened to be similar to that. She guided him down so that the injured shoulder was closest to her, and when he was done lighting up the cigara, propping his arm on the coffee table. She would have had it immobilized if she were in a proper medical facility, but... this was as good as it was going to get.

The burn from the blaster bolt had scorched away a good portion of the shirt; she wouldn't have to move aside much, or remove much of the synthweave. But she would have to clean it out... she could talk while she worked.

Another injection of nerve block was given before she answered, laying a cool compress over the wound for a couple seconds. "No. Doctor Ilana Morata, as a matter of fact. But I do not have a shorter version." She tilted her head, letting out a low hum as she removed the compress, laying it aside and beginning the work of wiping the area of antiseptic for prep. "Though if I did... Doc. Or Ila. Whatever suits you." Her lips twitched again at his own amusement, golden eyes flickering up to his face for a split moment. "Indeed. Phrasing."

There was some debris; she had to work relatively quickly to make sure the bleeders that were there were stemmed, and the burned area cleaned properly before she would have to lay on a small patch of synthskin, then another small bacta patch. But she eyed her supplies, and frowned. She would have to restock soon... and these things were not cheap to replace.

"What's your pain tolerance?" she asked lightly, irrigating the wound. "I have never met another like you before, with such unique... physiology, so pardon the many questions ahead." She would occasionally glance up to gauge facial expressions; she did not understand some might take her questions as prying, it was an innate curiosity. And he was not a bad-looking type, though such thoughts were always shunted aside. There was a line between doctors and patients, after all, she had a duty to perform first.

@Darasaurus

 

[Darasuum]

"I think 'Doc' suits you." Her patient commented. It felt wrong to call her just Ilana considering they were not very familiar and medical proffessionals tended to prefer having their title spoken rather than ommited. Maybe eventually they would get to that degree of familiarity. Keep getting shot, and maybe... Malakai could swear he saw a fourth person in the apartment out of the corner of his eyes. When his eyes shifted to find who it was there was nothing but thin stagnant smoke mixing with air of the penthouse. Must be the drugs. He thought to himself and quickly forgot about the specter.

When she began to work more on his arm he grunted a little. There was still pain there. But Malakai had felt plenty worse before. "No worries. Most people don't ask. But...ooo-ah...it depends." He took another puff of the cigara before continuing. It hung between his teeth since he kept his other arm at his side as well. "Right now I've got plenty of substances running through my body. But I like to think I'm...ow...tougher than the average...ngh..shad-rat." The arm connected to his injured would remain still but the hand turned into a fist out of reflex though the Grysk tried to keep it relaxed to not impede Ilana's work.

"Have you never worked on a Grysk before?" He asked and looked back at the Doctor's eyes. Most of his people were hard core warfighters. Their culture centered around combat and conflict but it was not like there were tons of them in the galaxy. They tended to stick to themselves and only travel in larger groups. Either that, or they were making war on some other group of people.

One thing that the woman would not know was that he had the dark side of the force to assist him. Still just a dabbler in the dark ways, Malakai knew that his pain tolerance also had something to do with that. It could fuel him sometimes and be managed better than most people. He had not met anybody else that was a light side practitioner though so there was not much of a baseline to go off of.

@Killa Ree

 

[Killa Ree]

She nodded once in approval to the nickname. "I think that is very wise," she muttered. However, she merely perked a brow at his statement of toughness. She wouldn't comment, instead letting the silence fill as she continued to cauterize whatever abused flesh still bled, that wasn't already cauterized by the blaster shot.

"...No."

Amber eyes met his for a moment, steady and unflinching. "Most of those I have met were of other Near Humans, or Humans."

She then glanced back, and made a series of small stitches where the muscle fibers seemed to be most abused. She then applied a thin layer of bacta paste, and layered it over with synthskin, then another patch. Smoothing the adhesive over healthy looking skin near the red, angry-looking flesh, she sighed, then turned back to snag her splint.

"I'd request you leave the arm immobilized for two weeks, but if you're like any of my other patients..." she shucked off those gloves instead, snagging the datapad to swiftly type up a few more notes. "...You won't. So at least two days, limited movement, no weight." She gazed at him levelly, her expression grave. "Unless you don't have attachment to your arm or its' mobility. Then by all means, bench press... what is your maximum, 200 pounds?" She shrugged, replacing everything.

"Do not take this the wrong way, but your physiology is... unique. You are interesting." She gave one more glance, but her features were a study of calm. It was as if whatever emotions most may have felt were masked and hidden by time and experience. But there was a curiosity. She lifted her datapad. "If you do not mind, I'd like to take notes. In case there is ever a next time."

But there was also a prescription to fill. But if he abused it in any way, she would certainly give him hell. It was the prerogative for her to heal, after all. Not to be another kriffing pill dispenser.

@Darasaurus

 

[Darasuum]

"There's still plenty of diversity there even if you only have treated near-humans and such. I mean, zabraks. They have high pain tolerance, and two hearts. Kaleesh..." He looked towards his swole friend with a glance. "...they're reptilians right with flammable organs right? Though I guess they might not be what some people consider near-human. Anything more than a skin tone change and people start to get xenophobic ya know?"

Her hands moved precisely and with experience and made the work she did less discomforting. Malakai had sewed together cuts with stuff like dental floss and stuff from convenience stores. Being treated by a doctor was something he was not taking for granted.

Ilana eventually finished up. She had some speech and the Grysk could only grin in response. "Is that what you say to all the boys?" A slightly flirty tone carried with his words. He had no intention of doing anything strenuous. He was the leader of the gang he had assembled and if any of his superiors asked he would just say he got shot by some rebel in the line of duty. There was plenty of things he could probably get away.

Unique, that was one way of putting it. "Well you might want to tell me what the right way is, Doc. The last time someone looked at me that way..." He looked her up and down, teasing her knowing full well his jesting might go over her head. He had to remember that probably all of her patients hit on her. "never mind. Yeah, notes, those are cool...I guess." Malakai eased up from his prone position. His head turned to look around, eager to find something else to bring up. "how about that drink, now that the work is done."

@Killa Ree

 

[Killa Ree]

She hummed once, giving him a thoughtful side eye. She then brushed fingers along the straight white of her hair, tilting her head slightly and tapped her temple, indicating her eyes. The cornea was also tinged a pale gold, and though there was a defined iris, in some lights it looked all the same color. "Yes... from my university, there was only one other Near Human. I know that xenophobia all too well." She thought back, very briefly, to her first desire for a clinic in the Deep Core, but... most did not accept her appearance.

It was a shame really.

She blinked blankly at his tone change, for a moment seeming nonplussed. Was he... flirting with her? She blinked again.. then tilted her head, brows raised subtly. Most did not even dare try; since she did not typically treat her patients as people, but as another being to treat, most found it off-putting enough to keep away.

So this was new.

"I... do not." She slowly spoke, brows furrowed. Then understanding hit, and she definitely seemed surprised. "That's not what I meant. But I'm sure that could be...interesting... too." Her glance flickered to the bottle, then slowly back to him, taking the time to also give him a full-glance perusal with sudden very keen interest... then she stood. "I believe glasses are needed for that." She glanced back at his companion, Bruggan? "Just show me where they're at, I'll get them."

Odd. But he was certainly an intriguing subject. She looked forward to all sorts of areas of study with this man. And perhaps she could relax a little bit. After all...

He was now no longer her patient for the night.

@Darasaurus

 

[Darasuum]

The Kaleesh looked at her, then glanced at Malakai and finally pointed towards the cupboard to the right of the kitchen sink. "Over there." He said and headed back up the stairs to still be in the general area of Malakai and Ilana but not enough to intrude on their conversations.

"Can I get a fresh shirt?" The Grysk said as he looked down at the burnt threads around his patched wound. When he got up to the second floor Bruggan tossed a shirt down which was quickly caught and traded for the old one. He tightened his expression as he put it on.

"So Doc...what do you want to know? I'll admit, I'm not exactly brainy. Didn't exactly pay attention in school they day they were teaching neuroscience." The man only knew the more basic kind of information about his own people. Anatomy and biology were not something he had actively pursued. Ilana though, she seemed like she was much smarter than he was. Malakai picked up the bottle and would pour their drinks when she returned.

@Killa Ree

 

[Killa Ree]

She snagged the glasses and stepped back, shoulders straight and head held high. She saw his wince of pain... and sighed, setting down the glasses long enough to type out a quick prescription and sign it off. "First thing's first; take those every four hours for the next three days." She showed him the slip on the datapad, then quickly signed off, setting the slim tablet onto her briefcase, then perching gracefully on the edge of the couch, setting the glasses up for him to pour.

A small, wry smile curled the corner of her mouth when he mentioned neuroscience, taking a small sip to contemplate. Truth be told, brains weren't her strength either.. but perhaps not mentioning that right off the bat was wiser than admitting it.

"... Did the nerve block still not help?" she waved a slim hand at his shoulder and leg, the other holding her glass. "Also, with these... drugs... do they effect you as they seem to affect others? And... how's the endurance of you, versus most other humanoids you have met?" She knew she was asking a bit much, but she was off the clock now. Billing could come later. She wanted to do some research... and wanted to know why he didn't seem quite so put off by her appearance as well.

Well... or at least why he assumed she was a stripper first. But those questions could wait.

@Darasaurus

 

[Darasuum]

She ordered him in a very commanding care-taker kind of tone. Malakai was not about to argue with her, nor would he want to. "Yes ma'am." He said as he looked at the slip. He recognized the prescription. It was not his first encounter with the drug but it was the first time he would be using it for medical purposes.

"Nah it helped." He answered in regards to the nerve blockers. The drugs were useful but generally speaking pain was still pain. Maybe there was something in his system that was combating the nerve blockers. "Unless they are just less effective on me. It would be news to me." It could be the case that his people were just resilient to anesthetics.

"I'd like to think I'm a little more resilient heh. But it's not like anything is poisonous to me that isn't poisonous to near-humans. I might just have a high tolerance." As he said this he knew also that he had the ability to somewhat neutralize toxins in the bloodstream. But rarely did he ever use the technique. It was harder to do when he was already zonked out of his mind. So far he had been pretty good about only occasionally dabbling in the hard core stuff. He tried to not turn out like one of the tweaker junkies that lived for their next fix.

Malakai took his drink and sipped, tasting the spirit before letting it run down his throat. A look of appreciation came across his morbid features at the simple luxury. "What about you, Doc? Echani, Arkanian, Albino, a rare offshoot of a wampa? what's your deal-E-O?"

@Killa Ree

 

[Killa Ree]

"Hmm..."

She hummed idly, head tilted slightly to eye him once more. She wasn't 100% certain what race he was, but she could guess, based on rumors and physical speculation... though it was a shame she couldn't study further. Speech could only take you so far; it was why she was not the type to soothe children or the like. She simply could not pretend to feel empathy for others in pain. She could understand pain from a physical, chemical and physiological perspective, but emotions, anything like that... they were not her forte. Dealing with trauma was always meant to be seen with a clinical air, and she did not feel attached to life quite like any other.

But herself? She never considered her own race before. "My mother is Arkanian." It was stated simply, flatly, almost like someone would state a sea as blue or deep space as dark. "Beyond that..." she lifted the glass to her lips, taking a small sip and closing her eyes for a brief moment.

"Haven't the foggiest."

Truth be told, she genuinely didn't care, and didn't understand why so many put emphasis on knowing family. She was not attached to hers; even within her family she was the black sheep. Her older brother Calun was full-blooded Arkanian, but beyond that it hardly mattered. She frowned at the familiar small pang at thinking of her brother though; she shoved it away.

He didn't matter.

She opened her eyes and exhaled, fingers curling into a fist and propping it beneath her chin.

"I wonder... how resilient are you to other stimuli?" She tilted her head slightly, long white hair falling over one shoulder. It was an innocent question, but she leaned forwards slightly, giving a very faint twitch to her lips.

The Doc did not want to talk about herself tonight. But there were several things about this Grysk she was curious about.

And she wondered just how far he was willing to help her with her research. Internally, she chuckled at the thought. It doesn't hurt he's a good physical specimen as well...

@Darasaurus

 

[Darasuum]

Malakai would remain silent and think about what she said. Her lack of interest in herself speaking somewhat to her character. The dark sider failed at many things but reading people was something he actively enjoyed doing. Sometimes when he was buzzed it became more skewed though. It was always a gamble but he liked taking the chance and trying to figure people out.

"Other stimuli?" He cocked an eyebrow and followed it with a grin. "If I didn't know better I'd say you were flirting with me, Doc." The man took his glass and drank the rest of its contents. He then stopped to think about what she had just said. Wait, was she actually flirting with me? His eyes narrowed as he squinted at the empty glass in his hand before shifting towards the bottle. Malakai knew that he would not find an answer in either of those place. Shrugging he reached to grab the bottle again.

"You strike me as the type of woman that gets used to turning down the advances of men?" He finally said as he began pouring himself a few more fingers of the spirit. That was why he had assumed she was not inferring a more playful nuance. The Doctor was probably hit on by every patient she had. Considering he was one of them that meant she probably had to deal with the nastier side of the galaxy. People did not last long if they could not deal with the dumb brutes that populated so much of Hutt Space. The dark sider offered to refill Ilana's glass as well before setting it aside.

@Killa Ree

 

[Killa Ree]

The smile widened just a fraction; it was perhaps the most of any emotion she ever showed. So that was flirting... huh. Interesting. She didn't find many fascinating enough to converse with, simply to study. But there was an instinct that said to understand. This person was not like any other patient of hers, and she found that curiosity a siren's lure. Perhaps that curiosity was going to land her in trouble one day, but until anyone could find fault in that curiosity... she was going to keep it going.

"...I am." She set down the glass after tipping the remaining contents past her lips, then frowned briefly once again. Should she? Was he still a patient, or was that over before the drink? Honestly, it hardly mattered anymore... most of her own colleagues did not have such exacting standards as she did, preferring to shed clothes left and right, and blurring the line between healing and quenching thirst.

This was also blurring lines, but she didn't care quite so much. A soft huff parted her lips at his question, setting it down so he could refill it, then nodded. It was the closest thing to a laugh that she had uttered in months. "...And I do. Most do not understand 'no'... and most do not understand boundaries." She internally grimaced at the thought; far too often she'd have to re-treat a patient because he had gotten handsy; many broken bones, as a matter of fact, and missing teeth... cuts were also simple to treat.

"Any objections?" she asked him levelly, one white brow raised. "Or should I leave now?"

Better to cut to the chase than to hover around. After all, she was certain that he had better things to do than to quench her thirst.

Thirst for research, of course.

@Darasaurus

 

[Darasuum]

A little bit of surprise sparked in the Grysk's eyes and his smile widened, adding a cocked eyebrow to the expression. The look in her eye was recognizable when she answered about turning down advances. When the Doctor asked whether she should stay or go Malakai turned to look up towards the second floor. "Bruggan, get some air." He said towards the Kaleesh. The man said nothing as he walked back down the stairs and left the pent house apartment. He would remain in the building, either standing out in the hall or going down to the lobby.

Looking back at Ilana, Malakai took another sip of his beverage. "No objections here." He finally replied. He set the drink down with a clink. He leaned forward, enough that she would still have to meet him halfway. His posture was open though he looked better than his earlier wounded state. His hand moved towards her leg and rested on it without taking his eyes off of her.

"Do you want to examine me here Doctor, or should we go upstairs?" Malakai had to admit that he had never interacted with someone like Ilana. He was interested to see how she acted much like how she was curious about his physique. Maybe their shared curiosity was just the gateway for what was to come.

@Killa Ree

 

[Killa Ree]

She hardly even noticed Bruggan leaving the facilities; instead, she simply studied Malakai over the rim of her glass after taking another swallow of the drink, shifting slightly when he finally answered.

"Good."

She set down the glass once more, slipping her heels off as he leaned forward, then her jacket slipped off slim shoulders as she leaned up to meet him halfway. She felt his hand on her thigh, and another huff passed her lips, a faint glimmer of heated amusement glinting in amber eyes. His words registered and she hummed, pressing forward as though to kiss him--

and then paused, barely two inches away.

"I did order you not to move too much," came the murmur, her tone speculative. But beneath that was a tone of amusement... and keen interest. "But I'm sure there's time for further examination later."

She then closed the distance by instead pressing a kiss to the base of his throat, followed by a small nip. She idly wondered how such a patient resistant to some level with the nerve block would react to alternate touch instead... and to letting her take control.

Somehow, she was getting the inkling he wouldn't mind so much this time around, but it wasn't the first time she would be wrong about someone.

@Darasaurus

 

[Darasuum]

Once his eyes found her attention solely on him he kept her gaze. A content smile on his otherwise macabre appearance. It was interesting to see her move and act so seductively. Malakai would have expected a chance for her to be awkward given how she had acted so far. But she seemed to know exactly what she was doing.

Her golden eyes stared back at him, holding off on the possible kiss for a moment. The dark sider let out a breath, having hoped for her to meet him at that point. None the less his mouth still grinned at her tempting him. Ilana's words caused him to look down towards her lips, before flicking back up to her stare.

The Grysk would not have responded even if she had given him the chance before pressing herself into the kiss. She went for the neck and he raised his chin, not resisting. He had a skull like face after-all and he could not blame her for the act. Malakai's eyes closed and he thought about the nerve blockers. He faintly felt her touch but it was dull. The Grysk wanted to feel more. Focusing inwardly, he felt the ebbs and flow of the foreign chemicals inside his body. But he knew the risk of the pain that also could come.

"Do you...ahh..." He started for a moment, tightening his hand on her leg and bringing it further up to her thigh. "...do you want me to feel? You'll have to be rougher if you want me to feel something more, if you want more of a reaction." He said. It would not do her 'study' much good if he neutralized the nerve blockers with the force. Malakai knew he could take the pain, especially if it was paired with pleasure. But he was curious to see if the Doctor really wanted to know what his limits were or if this was her more carnal desires peaking through.

His other hand slid around to her butt before grabbing and suddenly pulling her fully onto his lap, straddling him where he sat on the couch. This was he would not have to lean towards her anymore and at least it would not hurt to lean towards her. She was the Doctor and he was her patient, afterall. "I'm fine with your examination." he added.

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[Killa Ree]

She paused against his throat when he started talking, leaning back slightly to hear him better.

Oh.

Right.

Well... he had a fair point. It was mostly intended to neutralize the nerves in the area, but she had forgotten how effective they could really be. At least he wasn't entirely numb... her lips twitched at that thought. Then this visit would have an entirely different turn of events.

"Hmm, true." Another smile twitched at her lips, unseen as she was pulled closer, wrapping her legs around his hips. Her arms slipped around his shoulders, close enough that her long white hair almost acted like a curtain.

"Good thing to know, at least. If you weren't fine, things would be very awkward." One white brow twitched again; she was teasing him now.

Perhaps it was a feeling; she was always better at reading people than most. It was joked she was Force-sensitive, a term that always left a sour taste in her mouth. But something about this nonchalant Grysk made her want to understand how he worked. Something that didn't necessarily spark ease; but if she wanted things easy, she could simply go to the Deep Core and have her pick.

She did love a challenge, though.

So she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. In case he had any doubts that she had any reservations about his appearance... and to prove that research was part, but not really forefront on her mind. One hand slipped from his shoulders, however, careful to avoid the bacta patch, and further down, first stopping at his throat, then down his ribs, pressing as close as she could, nails scraping. If he wanted to feel this... he would. Not enough to seriously hurt... but enough to not doubt exactly what she had in mind right now.

It was also going to be a challenge getting data this way, but a challenge she had a feeling she would enjoy quite a bit.

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