[[Infirmary]]<br/><br/>Madigan strolls in and she can feel her blood pressure rise and pulse in the back of her left eye. She fucking hated medics, doctors, surgeons, whatever you wanted to call them. They had her over a barrel and she always...always knew it.<br/><br/>So she takes the normal approach she does with -everything- to the Medical Droid whom proclaims himself to be called 'Toi' and curls her lip a bit in revulsion.  The thought of stripping down to be prodded was -not- an appealing one.<br/><span style="color: olive"><br/>
"Right....so.."</span>She looks around the familiar med-bay.<span style="color: olive"> "Yes I am here for the physical..and -no- I won't be removing shit." </span>she stops in her tracks and looks at the droid. "<span style="color: olive">Here let me help expedite this situation.  You tell me 'you have to' I tell you 'I don't.' , this song and dance continues for way the fuck too long, and we both leave here fuckin' exhausted." </span><br/><br/><br/>She leans against the nearest wall and rolls her eyes,<span style="color: olive">"OR , you can understand that the likelihood of me strippin' down fr' you to do .." </span>she looks over to the instruments near the table..<span style="color: olive">." Whatever.....it is you -do- here, is slightly higher then the likelihood of me spontaneously combusting about 4 seconds ago. "</span>She crosses her legs and keeps her arms secure against her chest.<span style="color: olive"> "You simultaneously understand that I'm only here because it's in the contract." </span>she waggles her fingers in the direction of the medical counter.<span style="color: olive"> "So walk on over, jot down some notes about ..what the fuck ever it is. Suggest I go get laid or something like' you did to whoever the fuck you just tortured last. Prescribe me some stims like the bigman hirin' us promised...and  , " </span>she stops at that last part, looking at him with a serious gaze, - she wanted those fucking stims, and she'd lie like a rug to get them.-<span style="color: olive">"And I'll get right the fuck out of yr........."</span>she stops for a moment gazing at the little android.<span style="color: olive"> "Hair? Sure..lets call it hair...."</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>