The interface buzzes to life, the face of the street doc coming into vision. Since their last encounter, the doc has acquired a fancy new scar dragging across her forehead in a jagged streak of healed tissue. Otherwise, her distinctly Asian skin is as flawless as ever, and her almond eyes raise happily as she sighs with relief. Her thin lips are parted by two small, even cute tusks; the one on the right side of her mouth replaced by a clearly cybernetic substitute. Her hair is almost entirely absent save for a single ponytail sprouting from the back of her head, replaced with flowing black tattoos that surely tell some tale in the cryptic, Korean runes.<br/><br/>"Thank goodness! You call at just the right times, y'know?" With a faint grin, the girl whirls away from the interface for a moment, panning around to give a view of what she affectionately titles the 'Chop-Shop.' She passes an armless patient before arriving to a hideous looking...thing, strapped onto a sturdy looking table. It can hardly be called human; a bulbous, misshapen torso leads to a malformed head and two bulky arms, boils and sores being the other lovely attraction. His body remains meaty all the way down, leading to two reverse-kneed legs, ending in taloned feet. It looks deceased, at least.<br/><br/>"Got this ugly motherfucker dragged into my shop by some crazy looking runner. She was pretty shaken up, but managed to take him down. At least, that's the story, anyways. No vital signs, but I've never even seen something like this before." The ork picks up a bloody cleaver, bringing it down on the creature's hand. It falls off with a dull thwack, landing to the floor as expected. Moments later, the corpse spasms and shudders, and a blob of flesh emerges from the wound. It bubbles and moves, before shaping into a new hand. "See? Shit just grows back. You saw that, right? Need a repeat?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>