While the ork woman might cock her eyebrows at the runner's forwardness, her body seems plenty receptive to the Israeli woman's caress... and a few moments later, the woman (ribbons and all) is settling in beside Tzahala on the ceramic lip of the bathtub.<br/><br/>"Not many people special-order a girl from Key West just to help them patch up bullet wounds..." The Orc's voice seems almost unnaturally quiet in the confined space of the runner's bathroom, but her amusement is clear. And she's none too shy about picking up the runner's bandages and swatting the Israeli woman's hands away in order to do her "work." "But then again, it ain't too hard to figure a ganger's girl knows how to handle a couple of extra holes every now and again, is it?"<br/><br/>The woman's hands don't seem to have even a hint of shake to them as she cleans and dresses the bullet holes; but she doesn't seem to be too chatty, either. At least, not until she starts to wrap a fresh gauze pad into place.<br/><br/>"And to answer your question... well, aside from the obvious, there's not too much to tell. My clients are the folks who like to be rode hard and put away wet, so to speak; so I've got a few minor augs to help me make that happen. Stamina improvements, and increased seed production, that kind of thing..."