“Oh good, you’re up.” A familiar voice—Dr. Born. She made her way over, wearing a white coat with only a few smudges of blood near the hem. Olivia couldn’t even guess where she had found a doctor’s coat at pony size. She sat back on her haunches just a few feet away, nodding towards Olivia’s bandaged flanks. “One hell of a curling iron you burned yourself on, sir.”