<strong>"Umm, if you'd at least let me think about it first?"</strong>Speaking a bit warily, Shula let out a small sigh before moving to get her clothing that had been laid out on the bed, pulling the knickers up in place before starting to work on a bra, both simple black cotton by the looks of it, more function than form in their design. Nonetheless, as Roslyn left the door closed behind her, leaving the arabian woman to dress up again.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, on Roslyn's return to the waiting infirmary she was greeted by a sight of Sara laying back on the medical bed with her eyes closed, and a monitor nearby displaying a scan running over her own form. The one notable thing was a thin green light crossing up and down her form, mostly her chest, illuminating the skin through the fabric, making the clothes look a bit transparent for a moment as it was finishing up the scans.<br/><br/>On the monitor it had a few bits of words repeating though.<br/><em>Treatment at 14%, Infection at 26%, unaffected at 60%.</em>