Dante "Inferno" Zaragoza - Death'll find you... (xolotl) wrote in divisions,
It was weird to be polite, technically Marina had known Dante nearly as long as Doc had. When she'd been a depressed, messed up, awkward 17 year old with a plan and was trying to bribe a doctor into agreeing to do her surgery. Then a barely legal 18 year old kid signing waiver after waiver for a surgery to remove her leg and... Well... Here they were now. Through the multiple rehabs, the clearly abused shy kid turning into the loud, sometimes brash, and rather in-your-face young woman she was now. The shell she'd come out of from her teens to now? Most people probably never would have believed it.
Dante nodded along at the offer, giving a sincere - if brief - 'thanks with the action. "I'm glad he's good too." And she was, there wasn't enough people like them in the world. A soft, fond smile emerged as Marina talked of her life and the things in it. It was... It was moments like this that were nice. Were normalizing in a life that otherwise felt insane most of the time if she thought about it too much.
"No, no real changes. Normal ghost pains, gears moving normally, the bolt into the hip doesn't feel like it's loosening any, but always better to check. No shocks, no needing to increase nutrient intake more than normal. Temperature remains about 99 but we knew that'd be a new norm due to the thermic and electrical conversation of energy into the leg." That would be part of the scans they'd do today. Confirming that the pull of the bolt wasn't deteriorating her hip bone at any sort of alarming rate.
"And making sure this shit ain't spiking my blood pressure or whatever." Fuck all knew there was enough other shit to do that already.