Ask Odd Calls

[Dr Ilana Morata]

"If you wanted less caveats for our 'relationship'," she replied, looking up from her datapad, chin propped up by her fist, "you'd have to work better on your late-night booty calls." She turned off her datapad, then, and laced her fingers before her on the table, watching him walk. "It seems you've mostly regained motor function," she continued, as though the joke she just tossed out glibly hadn't happened, expression cool, "and your mouth works fine as well. Both points in your favor; if you suddenly lost limb function or had dry mouth I'd strap you back on that berth, no safety words involved."

She wasn't smiling... but her eyes weren't quite as clinical. Instead she also let that comment go, and glanced back towards her datapad, turning it back on and typing something rapidly. "Take that vial, if the numbness continues..." she muttered, then showed him a step-by-step for physical therapy for his arm and leg, "take 15 milligrams twice daily, and these exercises once in the morning, once at night to ensure the paralytic didn't damage fine motor control, for three days. Failure to do so will not do well. And I'm scheduling you in for next week," she commented, finally looking up at him calmly, "any day in particular? And no, three in the morning is not available, but if it is you had best provide caf."

She merely stared at him, waiting and almost daring him to comment with something smart, head cocked slightly.

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[Roland Rook]

Roland gave a gentle huff of amusement in response to the Doctor's retort. It was obvious by now that the woman was not in an ideal mood. The Mandalorian couldn't blame her. He was under the guise of a mercenary the likes of which Ilana had likely had to deal with before. Nar Shaddaa was not known for its hospitality and spending a prolonged period on Hutt controlled moon tended to make people less than welcoming. Not to mention he probably just rubbed her the wrong way. She wouldn't be the first and not the last.

The directions she gave said to exersice for three days which was already longer than he wanted it to be. "Four days from now. That work? Time doesn't matter." He wasn't sure what day of the week it was local time. But he also didn't want to wait an extra half a week to just get the all clear signal from the doctor. He had things to do.

"I'm...not the kind of guy that takes it easy." He stated the obvious. "Can't I just get some bacta or a kolto salve?" Both his real work and his fake identity required him to be active. He already didn't like the sound of 'once in the morning and once at night' like some old man with a aching shoulder. Both his arms crossed though underneath his helmet, his face winced as a bit of pain lanced across his arm from the cut.

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[Dr Ilana Morata]

"Four days is fine," she replied in a calm tone, but at his comment of simply slapping some bacta or kolto on it, white brows steadily climbed up in disbelief. "Oh, that's right, I forgot. You're a doctor too," she stated dryly, waving a hand. "Never mind then, go ahead and limp out of here and figure out you can't hold a gun correctly two days from now and call me sooner."

She then laced her hands before her again, head tilted slightly. "Or you can listen to the medical expert and actually do it. You can go do the shoot-out, by all means, but use the vial and do the exercises. They'll help, and even if there was no damage it'll take you all of five minutes. Are you that busy?"

She huffed a sigh, then tapped out something else on her datapad, before sending it to him. "Prescription for painkillers as well, take as needed, and when you run out I'm not refilling until next checkup." She then got up, pacing over to the small caf maker in the corner. She direly needed something hot and addictive fast, he was pressing on her buttons and she needed something to smooth her metaphorical feathers.

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[Roland Rook]

His shoulders sagged slightly and his eyes rolled at the sarcasm. "alright fine. I'll take it easy for a few days." Roland couldn't remember the last time he stayed in a hospital. Whenever he received an injury from a field he just dealt with it and kept on working. There was too much to do and sitting around doing nothing alone was maddening.

Still, Ilana ended up perscribing him painkiller. Looking at his datapad he cocked an eyebrow and looked at the woman as she stood up. Roland's helmet silently tracked her, watching her body language and the simple act of getting coffee. "You don't want me here." His helmet tilted to the side though his tone said he was confident in his statement. His eyes were locked on the woman wondering how she would respond.

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[Dr Ilana Morata]

She paused before the machine, back stiffening. She didn't speak at first, but slowly turned around, amber eyes watchful. Her hands rested on the countertop on either side of her, keeping her face as neutral as possible. She still didn't speak, merely surveyed him, her most recent patient. And then exhaled quietly. "You disturb me," she finally admitted, brows pinching slightly. Her jaw worked, and then she glanced away, looking for a mug.

"I can't read you like other people," she finally muttered, blinking hard. "Just like---" she paused, then shook her head subtly, setting the mug down... then grabbing another. "Just like someone else I knew, a while back. It's weird."

She leaned back again, crossing her arms beneath her bust. "If you're gonna linger, I'm offering caf because I was taught to be polite to guests." But still, she tried to get some glimpse, anything, but maddeningly that armor surrounding the man seemed like emotional armor as well. And for some reason, it annoyed her no end. It was like a puzzle, one she wasn't too keen to solve yet it still lingered.

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[Roland Rook]

So that was it. Roland's cocked helmet straightened after she answered. But he felt like she was being honest or at least more forthright than she had been so far. From experience he still had a suspicion it wasn't that simple but was probably close enough to the truth she was hoping he didn't ask. "We all have our ghosts." The words came out in a tone slightly more comforting than he had expected.

The Doctor wanted him gone because she lost whomever it was Roland was reminding her of and it probably hurt. The simple act of getting up to go to the caf machine to put some distance between her and familiarity, the desire for the substance to smooth out her mood. It didn't take a force sensitive to read body cues though it helped to have years of experience of observing people to put two and two together.

At the offer of coffee the Mandalorian would uncross his arm and shake his head a little. "I'm fine, thanks." He doubted her act of hospitality was without alternate agenda though so far she was a curious individual. "Maybe if I get shot next time there'll be cake."

Pushing off the bulkhead he leaned against, Roland gave one last look around and then headed back towards the way he entered the ship before stopping and turning around. "One last thing..." His hand raised, using it to express himself since he knew his face was obscured. "...this...person that you used to know. Were they Mandalorian too?" He had to know just in case, if beyond all odds members of his clan had passed through this Doctor's care.

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[Dr Ilana Morata]

She blinked when he seemed almost... sympathetic? She hadn't expected it at all, and she lowered her gaze, instead focusing on the floor. She didn't want sympathy, it wasn't like there was anything personal there. He was just another person on her table, and she happened to get dragged in by some of his world, but that was it. And that was all the luxury she would give herself to feeling.

There was still so much left unfinished, but she would see it done before everything was over. At his comment of cake, she snorted, perking a white brow. "Only if you get shot," came the bland rejoinder, watching him move again. He seemed to move better... she merely stood, but at his question, her shoulders dropped slightly. She shook her head, and swallowed. "No. He was just some guy," she said throatily, but she glanced back up at him, arms still crossed. "But I have treated other Mandalorians."

She grabbed the mug and filled it, then paced to the table. When he would leave, she'd lower her head to put it in her hands. There wouldn't be a sound, but she'd stay still. But until then she'd wait, just watching Rawl leave. Unless he had more questions.

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[Roland Rook]

The cross-visored helm tilted to the ground, a little dissapointed but the same helmet raised to center on the Doctor again at the mention of other Mandalorians. The immediate urge to ask a barrage of questions was held back until he decided to just pace himself. He was on his way out and asking questions now, especially regarding a personal matter while undercover, was not the wisest decision.

"Well...I'll see you in a few days, Doc." The Mandalorian turned on his heel and headed off the ship. "Thanks." He added to the end and meant it. As far as underworld medical proffesionals went, the Arkanian wasn't too bad.

The commlink chirped, lettng him know the droid was close. Good, that meant for at least a day or so he would have some surveilence on the Doctor. Roland wasn't entirely convinced she wasn't involved or at least didn't have connections. If the droid didn't witness anything peculiar with the woman that was fine. The primary reason he also wanted the droid to watch the ship wasn't to watch Dr Morata but rather to keep tabs on what other patients she may have. There was always the chance that she didn't even have a clue she had information that could help. Besides, if there were other Mandalorians, other members of his clan. Roland absolutly wanted to know if they were still around.

END THREAD​

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