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[notthatkindoforion]

Welcome to Tendi's inbox! If I don't answer immediately, it's probably because I've got my hands full with something toxic, corrosive, or chemically unstable! Or bleeding. Or all of the above! I'll get back to you as soon as I can, byyyye!

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Re: after the rescue mission - text

[notthatkindoforion]

Sure! I'm not too busy at the moment I'll come right over

[Tendi can't really blame him for being a little skeptical of John's abilities, or magical healing in general. Even from their reality, where advanced, rapid healing technology is the norm, it seems too good to be true.

She shows up not too long after sending the message, looking tired but perfectly healthy.]

text -> spam

[surgeryandsarcasm]

[If only there were more types of magic that are actually scientifically quantifiable, he wouldn't mind so much...

He smiles when he sees her, clear relief on his face as he picks up his tricorder and gestures toward one of the tables.]

There you are, Lieutenant! Please, have a seat. This won't take long, assuming John's put everything back in the right place.

[He's teasing!...mostly. He'll scan her as soon as she's comfortable.]

Re: text -> spam

[notthatkindoforion]

[Well, given the number of universes with magic are functionally infinite, it's quite possible that that's the case! Maybe Julian just needs a change in perspective.

Tendi offers him a cheerful wave and hops up on the exam table. She's feeling better than she was a couple days ago. Stronger. Still tired, but the fact that it's improving has bolstered her mood.]

I know the drill, trust me. You wouldn't believe how many officers on the Cerritos avoid getting their yearly physicals when it's a two second scan.