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[nineteenfortyfive]

[This is one stressed, unhappy Claire Fraser. She wipes at her forehead with the back of her hand before looking at the screen, clearly torn between trying to appear professional and not giving a damn and doing nothing to hide her agitation. After moment, the latter wins out.]

If you haven't noticed, the bloody Sanctuary has closed its doors. Look miserable enough and you might be let in, but for now, I wouldn't go to them if you're in need of medical assistance. [Her way of helping--the less people banging at their door, the sooner they might relax. Unlikely, given the state of things, but she'll try where she can. Yet this has soured her opinion of the place, and Lysa.]

I've some things I've collected myself, and I'm sure some of you have managed to borrow supplies, so I suggest we all pool it together. Make our own temporary clinic until they allow us back in. A place to treat everyone, regardless of the madness in the streets. The residential district, preferably. Somewhere out of the way.

Ideally, no one will be hurt, but I don't think that's a realistic goal at this point.

[Looting, riots, vultures... no way blood isn't getting spilled.]

If you're a healer, and you'd like to assist, please do so. If you're hurt, let myself or someone else know. Someone can go to you or fetch you. We must rely on ourselves.

[She hesitates before adding:]

And I suppose if you feel like paying the Sanctuary a visit regardless, I can tell you where things are and what we could use.

[Not too long after this goes live, there's a text file attached with the address of a run down house not far from the starter homes, as well as a list of items that would be appreciated, including food.]

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[ukase]

[Interesting leading question when she hadn't been interested before this very moment.]

I was a soldier, ma'am.

[nineteenfortyfive]

During wartime?

[Just simply curious.]

[ukase]

[His voice changes to a much cooler edge.]

Are you asking if I served in real combat, ma'am? You want to know if I saw men dying all around me from war violence to be certain I'll fit the bill for your clinic?

[nineteenfortyfive]

I would have plainly asked that if it's what I was after, Mr. Frag.

[She's oddly pleasant.]

[ukase]

Then what are you after, ma'am?

[nineteenfortyfive]

I'm just curious about a man so eager to stand in the line of fire.

[ukase]

You mean a man offering to protect what you consider putting your life on the line for? 'Cause there's any possible ways for that clinic to take fire, but I'm good at what I do, and I've given you plenty of opportunity to tell me to fly my kite elsewhere and you haven't.

So are you going to make use of my skills, or are you going to waste our time further in questioning my integrity, ma'am?

[nineteenfortyfive]

I don't exactly have lines of volunteers.

[A few, but hopefully a few is all she'll need.]

I'll make use of you. Just keep the testosterone in check.

[ukase]

And with an attitude like that, you won't have many.

Believe me, I know how to keep it nipped and tucked better than most. Forward me the location when you have it.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Claire doesn't bother to turn the camera away as she rolls her eyes. Her attitude is fine, thank you very much!

Except when it's not, or when she ignores multiple warnings to be careful. Whoops.

He'll get a text file with the address of the makeshift clinic at an inconspicuous house in the residential district that's seen better days.]