Something like that. Needless to say, I’ve seen a bunch of battlefields and disaster zones both.

[How do you explain that the pharmaceutical company you work for employs its own paramilitary force? Well, she’d just put it that plainly, she figures, but there’s enough odd semantics there as it is.]

And I’d learned to fight long before I picked up medicine. My love for one didn’t exactly diminish my love for the other.

[They’ve always felt largely complimentary to her, despite how much everyone around her seemed determined to protest otherwise.

As she speaks, she gets to work looking over that leg of his, hands working with practiced ease, even if her touch isn’t exactly the most gentle.]