Remy grunted a bit in response, and let him look under her gown. "Sit down before you fall over.. it's not that bad.. right? How.. um.. in terms of centimeters.. do you think that is? Just.. try and think of it in terms of science and calculations, not y'know.. me giving birth.." maybe it'd be easier for him if he thought of her as a machine. "Just think of me as a robot.."
She swallowed a bit, "Okay.. so.. I need you to hand me some of the towels and clothes and stuff. And then I need you to go.." she stopped and thought. "I don't know what they used back then to cut the umbilical cord.. uh.. do they have scissors?" she sighed. "Maybe like a ... knife?"