Yeah. More of a city. [Fiona reaches out and ruffles his hair. It's weird, to feel how hot he is, but maybe the nanites in his system will handle it? God, she hopes so.] Aw, what kinda doctor-in-training'd I be if I didn't check up on you? You call me-- or somebody-- if you start feeling worse, okay?
Yeah, okay. [It's weird, knowing there's someone out there who worries about him. It almost reminds him of... a few people, who aren't here any more. That immediately makes him a little somber.]
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