<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/HappyPunk03.jpg)</div>There's a quiet "Eep!" as the Fireman turns and moves away - his motion drawing attention to someone lurking at what had formerly been the back, near the rooftop door.  Raising a hand and nodding formally in recognition and deference to the veteran Fixer, the lurker offers him a smile... which broadens as he completes his departure and she steps forward, thick-soled boots crunching quietly on the snow.<br/><br/>"Hi!  I think that I caught at least<em>most</em>of that.  I'm available for hire, too.  If you want a field medic along."<br/><br/>Though clad head to toe in black - with a hood drawn fully up - her pale features sport gleaming chrome jewellery and a cheerful grin, while a narrow band of electric-blue hair falls down to her nose.<br/><br/>"Old Man Watanabe's a good option if you need surgery - and can get to his place without falling apart on the way.  But some groups like to have someone along who might remember where the liver's supposed to be, and other fun things like that.  It's up to you guys, of course.  But I'd recommend bringing me.  I come with my very own cryostasis body-bag!  Though I'd need help to get it to anywhere safe, if we had to put a patient in it to stabilise them, of course...."<br/><br/>Her voice trails off momentarily, before she perks up again.<br/><br/>"Oh!  I'm Happy, by the way.  Or 'the Happy doc' for long.  Or Ferice" - which she pronounces Fer-EET-say - "might be another name you might possibly have heard.  Not that I'm famous or nearly so cool as the Rebel Queen, of course!"<br/><br/>A hopeful grin lights up her features, and she even bounces a little - the motion helping to draw attention not only to the pack securely mounted on her back but also to a sturdy pistol-holster strapped to one thigh.