"Ah. Herr Soldier," says the Medic sourly as he turns to face the suddenly wide-eyed, shaven-headed fellow. "Is zere a point to your life?"
"You wouldn't," says the Soldier; he may be wearing civilian clothes, but they don't suit him at all. "I've seen you at work, you're not the kind to-"
"Before you finish zat sentence, mein Herr, I should sink for chust a moment," the Medic interrupts. He slides his glasses up his nose with one finger. "My lady friend here is somesing of an unknown quantity, ja? Und zis is a decade in which women are proving zemselves in every profession at every turn. So sink back to vot ze lady chust said to you before you finish speaking, hmm?"
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Date: 2009-11-07 03:33 am (UTC)"You wouldn't," says the Soldier; he may be wearing civilian clothes, but they don't suit him at all. "I've seen you at work, you're not the kind to-"
"Before you finish zat sentence, mein Herr, I should sink for chust a moment," the Medic interrupts. He slides his glasses up his nose with one finger. "My lady friend here is somesing of an unknown quantity, ja? Und zis is a decade in which women are proving zemselves in every profession at every turn. So sink back to vot ze lady chust said to you before you finish speaking, hmm?"