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Penny Ross (deployed) wrote in rooms,

Six months ago Penny would have said no, there wasn't anything in the world that could have done what appeared to be happening here. But six months ago wasn't now. And in that time she'd seen and heard things that made even less sense than all of this, and she wasn't about to let this stump her. She didn't purport to be some kinda genius, but she wasn't an idiot. She could run tests, she could figure this out. She didn't know how that thing in his chest worked, but maybe it needed a jump start. Maybe whatever he took was some kind of something to keep him ticking until it got one. Maybe he was dead and was just vain enough to want to keep looking good for all eternity. Maybe he wasn't dead and was just really fucking sleepy. Her mind was turning while Clementine was speaking.

"I'll get you a list of what we'd need for the testing, and the care, if that's the route you want to go." She didn't have high hopes, but people deserved answers. Too many times she'd seen people without closure. But everyone was different, and it wasn't her decision to make, and she wasn't dumb enough to promise anything, but tests, at least testing the pill bottle for traces of something, testing Stark. It was something.