Whitehouse Road [Reida, Siobhan]

Siobhan's clinic was still a mess from the sudden rush of patients that had passed through its doors in the past few weeks. What had been looking like it might be a quiet year had quickly spiralled into a disaster, and that had certainly shaken up some of her juniors. Those that were a little too green to remember when that chaos was the day-to-day, and the supplies they had now were a far-off luxury. But they had pulled through, even if she had spent several nights catching what little sleep she could in the storage cupboard before starting another eighteen-hour shift.

On anyone else, that level of deprivation might show. But there had been a near-constant air of tiredness to the good doctor ever since she had arrived at the city of lights. She did live on a diet of cigarettes and cold black coffee after all. Glancing across the consultancy room at Reida's arrival, a lopsided smile split across those weary features as she waved her over towards a single empty seat.

"Oh aye, we're just peachy over 'ere, Reida."

She sighed, relieved at the distraction rather than frustrated at her patient, and set down her mug with a hollow thud. There were plenty of staffers within the Vandenreich that were scheduled for regular checkups, most of them she bumped down to her students when she could. Reida was one she didn't mind making an exception for, both because her case was genuinely a little interesting and because she enjoyed the woman's company more than the average joe.

"But I spose I should be askin' yous that question. How'd that mission go then? No tech problems?"

"Praise be, n'all that."

That was definitely another thing they shared in common, faith. Wasn't exactly a common thing for people to have around these parts, and they probably didn't see eye-to-eye on the minutia of it all, but there was certainly a show of mutual respect from Siobhan at the mention of the Lord above. She did keep a little cross pendant on her, but she wasn't the type to show it off either.

Though the rest of Reida's comment did draw one of her eyebrows flicking upwards. It was a tricky little thing, Reida's eyepiece, and, unfortunately, Siobhan had not specialised in cybernetics. There weren't many people that had, but she did try to read up on what bits and bats she could scrape together.

"Anythin' particular happenin' when't spark occurred? I know it's nae pretty but it might be best if I took a wee look myself."

With that, she rose to stand and went to one of her drawers to fish out the appropriate tools. She wasn't expecting to find anything new, but it was best to catalogue these occurrences so that perhaps they could be better mitigated in the future. Nodding in the direction of the empty desk that was between them, she started to arrange everything that she might need. This was far from her first rodeo, if she were to use a term Reida might find more colloquial.

"Jus pop yourself on't desk there so I can get a good look at ya. Wish there were more space but, well, y'know how it's been."

"I know it might upset t'apple cart, but I have been meanin' to see if I can track down a proper cybernetics specialist to try'n get those spare parts outta there. If yer up for it, of course."

Siobhan tossed the idea out casually, as she picked up a couple of her tools for peering into the garish wound and prodding away at those plugs. Certainly was a shame, she mused to herself as she studied the injury, because had twisted up Reida's face like it was a work of the devil. Her demeanour remained pretty nonchalant as she set about her work, prodding and swabbing as she went. It wasn't an easy thing to clean, nor did it really want to be cleaned, but she kept at it.

"Aye, been a little while since I saw my bed I spose. S'my team I worry bout more though, most of em ain't got the same level o' mental fortitude. A few more days and they might 'ave started to crack."

For some people, the war had never truly ended. Siobhan and Reida were certainly in that group, and it had plenty of downsides but at least they could handle all of this drama without really batting an eye.

Being her regular doctor, Siobhan was certainly used to the smell of hard liquor on Reida's breath. It was not like her patient tried to hide it either, given that Siobhan was often pressed right up against her face doing these check-ups. Though, whilst there was still a whiff of alcohol about Reida, she could not help but make a mental note that it did not seem as strong. Perhaps she had just been busy with other duties, or maybe the Lord was finally sharing some of that godly strength to see her through the days easier.

"Tha's Grand. Well, I'll make some inquiries then. Might take a while though, people like that ain't dime-a-dozen these days."

It didn't take Siobhan long to finish her work, compared to when they had started having these. Eventually pulling Reida's eyepatch back into place and making sure that everything was settled again. She exhaled at the mention of taking some time off, the prospect hardly seeming to excite her. Though little ever did, in Reida's experience.

"Aye, yer my last appointment for t'day, Reida. Savin' t'best till last, n'all that."

A dry little chuckle tumbled from her lips as Siobhan turned back to her drawers and began either returning items or tossing things into the sink to be sanitised by one of the juniors when they came through later. She certainly hadn't planned this, and she'd have said the same to anyone really, but sometimes things just worked out right.

It was true enough that she was busy enough, but Siobhan wasn't a workaholic just for the fun. She already had compiled a hitlist of institutions, it would just be a matter of seeing which ones wished to consult on a case that dabbled in demonic curses and cybernetics. Not two things that often ended up getting paired together.

"Well I am morally obligated t'offer ya the best medical advice I can, even if it's pretty dreadful."

Slinging a coat over her shoulders, she managed a shrug in Reida's direction as she pondered the offer. On the one hand, she could just sit on her balcony for a few hours and wait for the numbness to set in, but, on the other, it had been a while. Reida hadn't exactly specified when, but if there was going to be a time then it was the present. Siobhan wasn't exactly the type to do well at making plans for later.

"Spose I could go for a pint or two of t'black stuff. If ya don't mind sittin' outside."