( She's (almost) the oldest person in this cell; forgive her for being protective. She appreciates the care he shows her even if it may be unnecessary; she heals, and she isn't even all that protective of her hands, as most surgeons should be. (Looking at you, Dr. Strange.) )

Is that so? Well, there are many sorts of doctors, at least. I mostly work with cybernetics and prosthetics and a bit of restorative work. It's very fulfilling being able to give someone their mobility and confidence back.

( She doesn't mean to ramble; it's difficult to maintain when she can't see her conversational partner behind her, but the relief is immediate as one cuff unlocks and suddenly that pressure clamped about her wrist is gone. Then the other, and she's tentative as she brings her hands back forward.

There's a crick in both shoulders. Still, she sighs her relief out and wrists at the reddened skin, turning to offer him sincere gratitude in her smile. And in the hand that comes to rest at his shoulder, giving him a little squeeze. )

Thank you, Rick. And what's so funny about CQC? A bit of Krav Maga and Aikido take you a good ways.