Danny congratulates you. (Requires Pregnant)

{if PregnancyLevel= 0}Without looking away from the screen, he speaks up, sounding awkward.

"Congratulations, by the way."

What?

"Congratulations... for what?"

He looks up from the screen, making eye contact with you and looking confused at your puzzled expression.

"You're... pregnant? Didn't you know?"

Fuck off.

You look absolutely horrified.

"Are you fucking serious?"

He returns his gaze to the screen, avoiding eye contact with you.

"Uh, sorry, yes. Don't you, like, know?"

You restrain the urge to stand up and tear the diagnostic cable out, but only just. Instead, you sit up in the chair and shout at Danny.

"No I didn't fucking know! Can you fix it?!"

He looks nonplussed.

"Fix... it?"

You gesticulate in the air for several seconds, before finding your words again.

"Yeah, fix it, terminate it, cancel it, stop it!"

"People here don't do that... sort of thing, population's low enough already."

When you look at him like you're going to strangle him, he continues, being more careful with his words

"I'm not that sort of doctor, anyway. I can give you something to control the, uh, side effects you'll experience later down the line?"

You bury your face in your hands and groan. You nod into your hands, and he shuffles away for a few minutes, returning with a bottle of anti-nausea and pain medication. You take it and immediately pop one, pocketing the rest. You don't thank him.{else}Without looking away from the screen, he speaks up, sounding awkward.

"Congratulations, by the way."

What?

"Congratulations... for what?"

He looks up from the screen, making eye contact with you and looking confused at your expression.

"You're... pregnant? Didn't you know?"

You roll your eyes and hold up a middle finger to him.

"Yeah, I fucking know, jackass."

He returns his gaze to the screen, avoiding eye contact with you.

"Uh, yes, sorry for mentioning it."

An idea comes to you. You suddenly sit up in the chair and almost shout at Danny.

"Can you fix it?!"

He looks nonplussed.

"Fix... it?"

You gesticulate in the air wildly for a few seconds, before finding your words again.

"Yeah, fix it, terminate it, cancel it, stop it!"

"People here don't do that... sort of thing, population's low enough already."

When you look at him like you're going to strangle him, he continues, being more careful with his words

"I'm not that sort of doctor, anyway. I can give you something to control the, uh, side effects?"

You bury your face in your hands and groan. You nod into your hands, and he shuffles away for a few minutes, returning with a bottle of anti-nausea and pain medication. You take it and immediately pop one, pocketing the rest. You don't thank him.{endif}

He waits what he probably thinks is a tasteful amount of time before continuing. It isn't.

"So... ah, your implants are good, at least. And you're physical health is fine, otherwise. How will you be paying for this, by the way?"

The question catches you by surprise. You hadn't thought about that.