Aliyah laughed as Duncan commented on wanting a gun smaller than certain portions of his anatomy, that was such a man thing. Freud would have a field day with boys and their toys these days.  


She took a deep breath as he asked about her bone spur.  "I would assume it was possible since the pressure is still on the thecal sac rather than on the spinal cord itself at this point.  I never really considered it before.  Spinal surgery makes me nervous.  I did at one point think about the Nerve stimulator implant though.  I think at this point if I opted for surgery I would end up with a cadaver bone, which doesn't sound fun at all."  She was mildly impressed with his knowledge of the surgical options.  There were quite a few these days, and some of them were artificial replacements, but there was a higher risk of rejection.  

She kind of glossed over the comments about what had happened all those years ago.  It was a topic that bothered her greatly, so she couldn't imagine what it was like for him.  

She made a face as he mentioned immunizations.  She hated needles, but depending on where they were traveling, she would likely end up with a lot of them.  "Yeah, I will give notice at the restaurant, they've been good to me, and I need to keep my options open. I will switch shifts one day this week and get a copy of my birth certificate.  I will get an appointment at the health department to catch up on vaccines.  I wouldn't worry about cell service internationally.  I promise I don't need one."  She said with a laugh. She barely had cell service now. She didn't need it, she was actually pretty glad that it was on right now, it was one thing she didn't bother spending a ton of money on.  

She bit her lip and shrugged as he suggested she start making a list of places she wanted to go.  It was going to take her a bit to get into that mindset.  The way her mind was right now, she hardly believed this was happening.  It was very possible she was going to wake up in the morning, laugh and shake this all off as a crazy dream.  

She raised an eyebrow as he told her his room number at Caesars.  Her entire place would likely fit in the master bathroom.  That reminded her, if she was going to do this, she was going to have to give notice.  She was month to month, so giving up her place was not a big deal, but she was going to have to start deciding what to toss, and what few things to take with her.  Luckily there wouldn't be a lot of hard decisions.  She never got attached to stuff, far too many times in her childhood she had to leave a place in the middle of the night with just the clothes on her back.