<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">If Cat had held any doubt about how much Gabriel knew... that casual name dropping obliterated it.  She took a deep breath, willing herself not to look as shocked as she felt.  "So.  Like most things, it's easier to break than to fix... and while you've got the power to run a fixing laser, your focus isn't narrow enough to go in and repair it -- am I getting that right?  Fixing it would take a microscalpel, and you've got that big stick there."  She pointed at the gladius.  "Less awesome for brain surgery."<br/>
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She watched him shrug out of the cloak for two reasons.  One, there was a nice body hidden under the wool, and it would be a crime not to admire it.  And two... "How injured are you?" she asked quietly.  "I've got some field medic training -- do you need me to look you over?  For wounds?" she added, with just a hint of a blush. </span></span>