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Mortha stepped into the medical bay, and watched with relief as the doctor tended her partner and Deathy. Simple pests or not, the little hatrats did damage that cannot be ignored. It was no wonder the girls were obsessed with accidents. 

But then the doctor turned to her, eyeing the fake arm. Mortha tried not to fidget where she stood, and mentally began preparing an explanation for her weak health. Every once in a while, people tended to fret over her fragile state, and it was something she had to explain time and time again. She was stable, and not in any immediate danger after all.

As she opened her mouth to speak, the doctor voiced a completely different train of thought. A thousand questions flooded the assistant-turned-detective's mind, until she could no longer hold them back.

[color=pink]"Did you just threaten me?"[/color] Was the question that won the race. Mortha's tone was incredulous. Why on earth would anyone threaten her, so out of the blue?

[color=pink]"And... Did you just admit you would shoot him? And you didn't do what to him, exactly? And who is 'him'?"[/color] She gave her kobold partner a glance, uncertain that this doctor really just threatened her.

[color=pink]"Please, keep your hands away from the gun. There's no need for further violence, ma'am. Tell us what happened."[/color] Mortha said, a sad yet hopeful expression on her face. What happened to this woman to make her so... jaded?