One could almost see the gears turning in Emily's head as she worked to try to comprehend Alyssa's situation. "I won't ask how you got your tubes tied wherever you used to be without a visit to an exam room like this," she deadpanned as professionally as possible. "I'd rather not know the details." She cleared her throat. "Strip from the waist down and get up on the table," she said in a cold, almost antiseptic voice. "These gadgets and gizmos take most of the headache out of this business but," she pointed to the small pipette, "some things you just have to do yourself."<br/><br/>Jason's face was stoic and the two exchanged a look. She knew his background, his was more transparent than Alyssa's and Emily knew, as every medical professional did, that the city was awash with 'rescues' of various sorts, most of them shepherded by a nurse or cop, paramedic, or a similarly-trained profession. And knew to not ask too many questions that were considered non-essential.