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[b]“300 credits, or I’m putting it back in.”[/b]

Well that was highly dramatic, but at least it had removed the inorganic material and everyone was now distracted so she could get to work without awkward questions about exactly how she was putting the man’s insides together again. For example, why she needed to take a drop of his blood and put it in it’s own little cylinder which she then pressed to the one inside the case. The answer was that she was altering the cells inside so that they had the DNA from his blood rather than hers. This done she lifted the vial now full of converted cells back out and used them to patch up all of the bleeding areas of the mans wound.

She rolled her eyes at Warthog’s reaction to End threatening to shoot the injured man again unless paid, namely to ‘pay’ the man for information, money which he then gave to End to stop this situation from blowing up in everyone’s face, effectively reinforcing her behavior and telling her that their paragon of virtue though pointing guns at guests was OK. Then again if she didn’t get what she wanted… Sabrina shivered, she had heard tales of an assassin that matched Ends description from some of the Painstalkers she met on her trips to the Necronomicon, it was probably for the best that this situation was resolved peacefully. The other option might result in none of the others in the room that might be concerned for the patients survival seeing the dawn.

"Thanks Doc. I'd... not fully considered everyone here. Didn't think to call you for this,"

“[color=ACE7EA]That’s alright, don’t be afraid to come ask for my help next time someone needs fixing, I don’t bite. Not when there's Doctoring to be done at least[/color]”

She could very well have kept going and replace all of the damaged tissue so that the man was good as new, but the apparently relatively apathetic relative wanted only the bare minimum before he got them both out of there so she retracted her magics and stepped aside to let them leave. 

Before Melanie returned she went and removed the disposable gloves, sealing them in a small plastic bag before tossing them in the trash. She wiped her sweaty hands on the coat while smiling to herself, the boy had made for good practice of her doctoring and the action might also put her in some people's good books, particularly Melanie. She had gone from crashing at the cafe to being a permanently entrenched resident, based on the fact that a cleaners mistake had resulted in her old one being destroyed. She wanted to make sure she was considered useful so that she wasn’t kicked out for her controversial magic, so she was helping out wherever possible, either with medical stuff or with the actual cafe while she was not doing actual cleaner jobs. Also when it came down to it, while she might not be the first of the group who would go out of her way to help someone, she was not so jaded that she could just stand by and watch someone suffer when she could fix the problem with ease.

When Melanie returned she listened as the situation was explained.

"...It's late tonight, so you should see him tomorrow," 

[b]“Looks interesting. A bloody kill-count already, huh? I wonder who’s outfit was hit.”[/b]

Sabrina was second to go read the message and in-order to stop this being a thing everyone needed to do, decided to just summarize the additional information from the message out loud for everyone else.

“[color=ACE7EA]In summary the message says: Cash’s crew is scared of this thing, 20 Mobbers dead, seems targeted, something stopping him from sending pictures which is odd, further details in person.[/color]”

She had to admit the 20 deaths part left her a little shaken as she went and found a seat, ending up near Hex in the ‘out of the way’ section of the room, Biter sitting obediently on the floor between them (quietly demanding the petting it had not received earlier) and bugbear curling up in Sabrina’s lap.

“[color=ACE7EA]Your Hex right? I heard you had quite the interesting companion, one capable of going tooth and claw vs a nightmare and surviving.[/color]”