"She is smiling at you," Baze informs Chirrut, while patting his knee. "I think she likes you."
The woman laughs again, and heads over to a counter across the room to gather supplies. She returns to wrap a bacta patch around Chirrut's wrist with all the professionalism her occupation demands, and then brandishes two syringes.
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Date: 2017-04-01 08:17 am (UTC)The woman laughs again, and heads over to a counter across the room to gather supplies. She returns to wrap a bacta patch around Chirrut's wrist with all the professionalism her occupation demands, and then brandishes two syringes.
"Ugh," Baze says. "Here come the needles."