[She sits down, and for a moment she thinks she might just like to drift off into semiconsciousness now the weight's off her feet. She doesn't know how real the breaches are - for all she knows the ghosts of opium in her veins are just that, and she doesn't need the detox. Or the contraceptives. On the other hand, death during breaches is certainly real; injuries are real, so why wouldn't sex and casual drug abuse be any less?
Then Dr. Banner's back, and she sighs softly and rolls up her sleeve.]
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Then Dr. Banner's back, and she sighs softly and rolls up her sleeve.]
Thank you.