The problem, Doctor Tam, is telling the difference between people who call themselves vampires, who are in fact model citizens with unique nutritional needs, and vampires who are only safe when they're not drinking. [And who may or may not be the spawn of the Devil, she's still not sure on that one. She's also not sure how much she wants to say about Mitchell, so she hesitates before continuing.]
If a man called John Mitchell comes in asking for blood, don't give it to him. He's about so tall [gestures about a head taller than her 5 foot self], long black hair, doesn't reflect in mirrors.
[Simon appears to consider all this for a moment, weighing his options. He's mostly considering everything Lucy is saying with a grain of salt--there's obviously some bias here, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know what she's talking about.]
I don't think he's been in, at least not to see me.
[He rubs his chin in apparent thought.]
You seem to know a good deal about them. Maybe you could help me tell the difference.
The trouble is, I'm not sure how we'd go about testing it. If any of them have been lying so far, they're hardly going to appreciate any attempts to prove it.
What about the ones from your world? If we know what to look for based on them, it might help...screening.
[He doesn't say, of course, that he thinks it's going to be difficult for other reasons (most notably the fact that the vampires really haven't been a problem but...there's nothing wrong with a little humoring if it means he gets to learn something, too.]
[Serious business over, she lightens up a bit.] I may need some instruction on some of the more exotic pieces of equipment available. I'm afraid I'm used to a more early-21st century budget.
Some of this equipment is beyond even me, and I'm from 2517.
[He sort of waves it off.]
We'll do some assessments. I'll give you an introduction to all the apparatuses. Mostly we all do clinic hours, barring some kind of disaster, which...happens. Occasionally.
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If a man called John Mitchell comes in asking for blood, don't give it to him. He's about so tall [gestures about a head taller than her 5 foot self], long black hair, doesn't reflect in mirrors.
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I don't think he's been in, at least not to see me.
[He rubs his chin in apparent thought.]
You seem to know a good deal about them. Maybe you could help me tell the difference.
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[He doesn't say, of course, that he thinks it's going to be difficult for other reasons (most notably the fact that the vampires really haven't been a problem but...there's nothing wrong with a little humoring if it means he gets to learn something, too.]
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[He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back slightly on his heels.]
So I guess this is the part where I invite you to join Medbay.
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[Serious business over, she lightens up a bit.] I may need some instruction on some of the more exotic pieces of equipment available. I'm afraid I'm used to a more early-21st century budget.
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[He sort of waves it off.]
We'll do some assessments. I'll give you an introduction to all the apparatuses. Mostly we all do clinic hours, barring some kind of disaster, which...happens. Occasionally.
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