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Characters: Bianca Reyes, and you!
Date: All of March, unless already noted
Location: EA-1A, the hospital, the clinic, all of Keeliai
Situation: Various!
Warnings/Rating: P for Poyo, the cyborg rooster
[OOC: Good with prose or action, whichever you like! Or if you have a specific thing you'd like to do with Bianca, let me know and I'll starter it up!]

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Raine misses the nuance completely, and takes him for simply not a particularly gregarious person. Not at all uncommon, really. She considers, for a moment, asking how he knew of her, but the answer presents itself after a second's thought. The network. Of course.

"You have me at a disadvantage." This is a thinly veiled request for a name. She doesn't bother introducing herself, though, reasoning that if he saw her network post, he would likely have also caught her name. "Don't let me stop you. An idea?"

She glances at Sep and the slight pause on his part- it's unusual, especially when he's usually so confident- and the couple notches down from the usual warmth he has is another sign something's up. Something that should probably be dealt with later, though. That's going to have to be straightened out regardless, especially since it looked like it started the moment he spotted Raine.

"I should be able to make the time." There's a slight tone to her voice- the sort she usually uses on Jaime and Milagro when she's trying to figure out what they're trying to hide- but not completely evident in her voice.

"Raine, this is Sep, he also works here and is one of my main partners in trying to keep all of this running, along with Dr. McCoy."

That tone in Bianca's voice is surreal. Utterly and completely surreal. It's one he hasn't heard in several years--at least three and a half, if one counts the time in Keeliai. The well-trained mama's boy in him immediately reacts with an internal complaint, one rather more plaintive than he will ever admit even to himself: But I didn't even do anything this time!

Even he knows he sort of has, in an obscure way. He won't say that, though. Some things are private.

Besides, something about Raine feels distinctly odd. He can't quite put is finger on what it is, exactly, but he's cautious about focusing too much. Keeping his watercrafting senses a little more open than usual--if nothing else, he needs as much warning for any potential threat as he can get--he gives Bianca faint smile. Though Septimus wishes he could ignore Raine's question, it would be impolite--and so far out of character Bianca might actually ask. "A thought about the spike in injuries lately and, if not some measure of prevention, at least managing them even when people are in the field on missions. Might as well keep them from exacerbating everything by leaving them untended."

He knows that too well from experience.

Even if Raine has noticed anything odd in the exchange, she's keeping it to herself. She watches, and takes mental note of what she does see to compile and consider later, but that's all.

She'd guess that Sep is probably short for something, but linguistic probabilities are really neither here nor there. Here, in fact, is what sounds like it's about to be a sensible proposition. "Certain sorts of people can't be stopped from charging ahead. It sounds like you intend to compensate for that by sending healers, medics, along with them when danger is certain? If there's enough people with the skills to make that feasible, that'd be a smart plan."

Even if she can't pass on her artes, she can certainly volunteer to use them.

Bianca's taken a mental step back of sorts- Sep's behavior is definitely out of the ordinary, but not so much that it's at the point of taking the time to find out. Yet.

His idea takes priority for now.

"We already do classes for basic first aid, so having something more thorough wouldn't be a bad idea."

Septimus nods. Easiest just to address both women, as long as Bianca is keeping Raine here, and anyway seeing and hearing her act so... un-Marat-like is calming his knee-jerk response. Besides, it gives him some time to try to puzzle out what feels off.

"I'd like to talk to Doctor McCoy about it, I think. Things get a little different in the field, and he and I probably have different experiences with that, too. Besides training, I was thinking--"

And here he pauses a moment before sighing. This was so much easier when he was actually in command of things; it's been endlessly frustrating. "How many people do you think would decide against someone capable of field support simply because they didn't know who could, didn't make arrangements ahead of time, or thought no one would be available at that moment, and didn't do the work of asking?"

"Quite a few, I'm sure. And of course, there are those who are stubborn enough to think they don't need the backup." A short, quiet sigh, one born of commiseration. She may know too many people like this. "I would guess, since you brought it up, that you already have some kind of plan to negate those excuses? Perhaps some sort of system for fighters to easily contact and recruit a field medic on short notice?"

She stops there, waiting for him to explain rather than speculate further.

"After Kithika? They'd have to be dumb to not take someone with them if they know about it." No minced words, after that.

"The important thing would be to make sure people are educated about their options. If they don't know, it's on us. If they know and don't care, it's on them. The most we can do is prepare people for that, which is why we've been pushing the first aid classes in the first place."

Silently saying, 'Since when has being dumb stopped anyone?' and 'Yes, exactly,' in a single glance is not the easiest task, but Septimus somehow manages it in the look he shoots at Bianca.

As for Raine, well, his glance is a lot more measuring and thoughtful. She definitely thinks a lot more like an Aleran than his brain wants to insist she should, given her features--so he'll roll with this. "That's the thought, yes," he agrees. "A secondary class for those who have been learning first aid, about working in the field. Both more stop-gap measures and a little of how to approach the role in combat.

"Then from those volunteers, keep a duty roster of field-medic-on-call if any groups are going out and want the support."

"Sensible." He's definitely got her approval, even if he wasn't looking for it. "I can likely help with organization and teaching, if you need it. I have experience with teaching and I spent much of the last year healing in combat situations, so while I may not be able to pass down artes, I can certainly teach the tactics I've learned." Which she likes to think work, as she is standing here now.

As an aside: "When are the first aid classes, by the way?" She has an interest in picking up techniques usable without magic. Just in case.

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