Baze takes Chirrut's wrist in his massive, gentle hands, turning it over to get a better look at this bruising. He grunts, thoroughly displeased, brow furrowed. "Well, we can take care of that."

A Zeltron woman with a clipboard sashays up to them, smiling. "Hello," she says. "Are you here to be checked out?"

"Yes, please," Baze says, looking her over. He settles on the bed next to Chirrut as she starts examining his wrist. "The person checking you over has red skin and blue hair. She is beautiful--nearly as tall as I am, and svelte. She looks almost human, but for the coloring."