GILLIAN & CIAN -- OUTSIDE THE CLINIC: 5:00PM. COMPLETE!
"A reputation well earned, I like to think," she said, impressed by his firm handshake. Gillian wondered to herself at the prospects this Wilde character had to offer. Taking another drag from her cigarette, she flicked the burning remnants out into the dirty street. She reached into her jacket again.
"Nothing the healers couldn't manage," she replied with a shrug. Gillian took out a different case, this one containing business cards. She offered it to the man. It couldn't hurt to leave the possibility on the table, after all, even if neither of them had the time to linger around conversing on a busy street. "If you'd like to talk about it more, I can easily free up some time for you. With things as they are these days, I imagine I'll be spending far more time in the neighborhood myself."
With a polite nod her head and farewell, Gillian allowed the man to get back to whatever business he was off to. She walked over to the hovercar, where Eren turned his head and offered her the most anxious of expressions. She held in a sigh. The day wasn't even half over.