[ She should probably be more thankful to be with the Department than she actually is. It's hard to give a shit about any of that. Mostly, she feels resentment. Her arm was fucking twisted. And she's not used to answering to anyone but herself. ]

Don't need a proper doctor. [ A light shrug of her shoulders. ] I've got you.

[ Which is more convenient for her than for him, certainly. But she doesn't mind if it scars. She hasn't been attached to her physical appearance for a long, long time. It's only flesh. The same unchanging flesh that she's had for centuries. Maybe she'll feel differently, now that it can change. Now that it has, even just a little.

She glances over at Kim then, amused to be complimented: ]

Well, as long as you think I look cool. [ Wryly: ] They do say girls like this sort of thing.