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The door to the med bay opens with its usual hisssssss
He clears his throat.
“Uh excuse me,—”
(@guard-crane :D yay forge time)
Bite looks up from where he sat at the small desk shoved into the corner of the medbay, filling out medical reports to add to a few troopers' files when someone walked in. He can see no visible injuries in the clone in the doorway, so he stays sitting but puts down his stylus and gives the trooper his full attention.
"That's me. What can I do for you, vod?"