"Of course you were, Miss Philippa, I'm sure Florus realizes he's being a bit rude. Mr. St-Jacques would be happy to let you check him out, isn't that right Ensign? We need to make sure your bionics are functioning properly, and that your stitches are closed."
Varden almost cracked a smile, but was still stone faced. Florus's cheek twitched for a moment before he nodded once. "Correct sir." Captain Brousse would have nodded, but instead turned his eyes, looking towards Elizabeth. "Since we'll be together for a while, feel free to look over the G-Bouncer. General Young has told me it's okay. When you're finished today Ensign, please call Mr. Calabrese, you have an appointment with him." With that, the man shifted. His cane hitting the ground heavily as he began to make his way to a car as it pulled up to the front of that hanger.
Florus St-Jacques didn't want it mentioned he had some bionics, mostly because he didn't like other people to know his business. However, he turned his eyes to Josie, "I flat lined twice on the table on the Charlemagne, bionic lung." Not that he could remember, but the man was serious enough about it as he held his helmet under his arm, loose enough it wouldn't press into his side.
"So I was told anyway. Last thing I remember was being shot three times, then poof. I woke up on Luna, almost a week later, alone." As jovial as it sounded, it was the truth. He was kept under until after his surgery by Dr. Brownwell, but thanks to modern medicine, and his coordinator genes he healed fairly quickly.
"Ah, sorry? Got worked up..won't happen again."Statistics:Posted by Buster — Tue Feb 13, 2018 11:45 am
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