[x] Inspect the curiously unconcerned humanoid cat/cricket creature, they seem fairly pure at heart, and it seems their wound is not especially serious. Though, they are being seen to by that rather disagreeable assistant of your Master's.
Walking over to the doorway, you stop short of actually entering the room, instead taking a closer looks at the one being treated on the table. They seem to be wide awake, utterly unconcerned with the wound to their side, and if the image in that hologram is to be believed, it apparently looks much worse than it is. At your approach they perk up and make a gesture that their demeanor would seem to indicate is a smile. "Well aren't you a curious little girl, you look like you've never seen a turian before." The say with a chuckle and closing their eyes in a way you would typically associate with some storybook grandmother. You assume this entity is a male by the tonality as well as the manner in which they present themselves, but with them not being human you can't really be sure.
"This assertion is accurate, I assume this is a descriptor of your specific species?" You reply in what you hope is a polite manner, though you've never been great at tonal variation… Eleven and Twelve were always better at that than you after all. You ignore the slight bit of discomfort from Daniel, as you aren't terribly fond of his attitude anyway, and you aren't impairing his work in any obvious capacity.
Unfortunately, either your query was peculiar enough, or your tone was off, as the slight shift in posture, as well as the feelings you get from the 'turian' indicate that they are a bit creeped out. "Ah, well then… er, are you here awaiting a parent's surgery then?" Their reply is awkward and stilted, as if they didn't want to simply dismiss the conversation rudely, they also seem quite surprised by your having not seen turians prior.
Hardly one to leave a task poorly attended yourself, you likewise find you must reply in kind, "No, my own injuries necessitated my appearance here, as I suffered a concussion as well as an impact fracture of my forearm." Looking at the turian's own wound, you decide to further the conversation with a counter question, "Your wound seems as though it is not terribly troubling to you, and furthermore it looks like the angle was rather poorly suited for a shot. Return fire on your elevated position?"
It appears you have erred in your judgement however, as the turian is simply becoming more uncomfortable and wary. "No, I… might have assumed a drug dealer was dead, and they managed to get a lucky shot off when I was walking past." There is a slight bit of discomfort not directed at you in this, as if they are embarrassed over the issue. As well they should be, that's goddamn embarrassing.
Daniel meanwhile is frowning at the casual manner in which the turian declared they had been killing drug dealers, and seems almost ready to interject, when you save them the embarrassment of insulting a patient by instead bringing up a similar critique. "You probably should simply save a magazine for placing lethal shots as you close, avoid such matters in the future."
Their head sinks into their shoulders a bit and if they were human you could swear they were blushing in embarrassment at being called out for something they knew better than to do. "Yeah yeah, dammit Archangel already yelled at me about that. Saving a spa- wait magazine? You mean clip?"
As you are opening your mouth to reply, Daniel sees fit to place a final patch over the now treated wound while loudly proclaiming the turian's health. "You should be just fine now, try to stick to simple movements for a couple days though just to make sure there is no long term scarring or loss of mobility."
The turian looks at Daniel oddly for a moment, but shrugs, and heads back over towards the front desk to finalize any fee's, patting you on the head as they pass. You tolerate this, but give them an odd look. Perhaps it is a cultural thing, it would not do to offend them. Thankfully, they do not seem to require you to return the gesture, as they are quite a bit taller than you. As they leave, you also notice a human glancing distastefully at the turian, before returning their focus to you briefly. The man walked in with a fake looking limp earlier before seating himself just out of view of the receptionist. If not for your own abilities and the reflective surface of a metallic crutch to your side you might not have noticed them earlier either.
It occurs to you suddenly that this person seems rather suspicious, more so when after a few moments observation they get up and leave without a word, limp absent, following the Turian a short ways out the main doors before going off down a side alley. Immediately after, the doors shut and obscure the street from your sight.
You frown slightly.
[] Follow the human, they won't have gotten far, and although they keep themselves fairly calm, their odd manner makes them vaguely distinct. Your physical and mental prowess should enable you to tail them.
[] Ignore the human, instead familiarize yourself with this clinic. It is the place your Master will most often be. If it is threatened, you must know every strength and every weakness of this place.
[] Chat with the receptionist, she's been glancing at you in concern every so often and perhaps if you make it clear you are not lost she will be appeased. Also, perhaps she knows of this 'Archangel' that the turian spoke of.
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