Getting medical treatment for herself and the fugitive girl

As she was going down the stairs, with an **** catgirl floating upside down in midair behind her, Gina passed by an elderly human couple sitting on a spread out blanket on the floor. All around them were a variety of refurbished junk items and second hand sweatshop knockoffs of consumer electronics for sale. The woman glared at Gina as she passed. "Now its ALIEN prostitutes you're hanging around with, Miss Velasquez? You ought to be ashamed of yourself." she called after Gina in a mocking voice. "Should have gotten yourself off this world while you still had the chance, I told you!" Gina gave a pained laugh. "And you should have found a husband without a limp dick while you were still only in the 90th percentile of ugliest hags, Mrs. Maricella!" she called back without turning around.

Trudging a few more levels downward - and starting to feel the strain of maintaining telekinesis for so long give her a headache and make her feel exhausted - Gina finally reached her destination, an oddly clean and well-swept corner office. Standing in the midst of it behind a counter was a handsome, very anachronistically dressed pale brunette man with a stethoscope hanging from his neck and a clean white coat. "Oh! Good evening, madam. I do hope the world has been treating you well! Wonderful weather, eh what? Oh my! It would appear that you've had a slight scrape, ladies! Please, allow me to take a look at you." This was Dr. Thomas Pedigrew #78, one of a line of (now liberated) androids built for medical purposes and programmed to resemble a 20th century English family physician as a novelty. There were no medical schools on Wen's Landing so, like many extremely-delicate, high-skill occupations, androids were used to fill the gaps. Some of them were still kept in servitude. Others serving the same populations faithfully long after they were manumitted. Thomas 78 was one of those.

"Just a slight pest problem." Gina said casually, slumping into a chair and laying the feline alien down on a cot. "And the weather was shit, Tom. It's always shit. Narc me up with some delirocaine and get this six inch spike out of my shoulder and maybe I'll be more inclined to see the sunny side of life."

2D8 healing roll = 11. Gina Velasquez now at full health again

"Now, madam," the android said once she was bandaged up and finally caught her breath, "I shan't bother you with the pecuniary details since I already checked and saw that your account is empty. Do please be prompt in finding a way to pay your balance. Treatment for the other patient is on the house of course - first time discount. Besides, to be quite frank Ms. Velasquez, she strikes me as having come by these injuries more innocently than you."

"I resent the implication." Gina murmured, sitting up with a groan. "Mmmyes, well," Thomas 78 said, "She hasn't any credits either, and though I'm glad to treat her out of sympathy, I simply cannot let her rest here. She got hysterical when she awoke to me treating her so she'll be sedated for the next several hours at least."

Gina ran a hand over her forehead and sighed. She had visions of cheesy holo-dramas where some grizzled merc would grumble about how it wasn't easy doing the right thing sometimes but then did it anyway. Were those characters just being egotistical dicks when they said that kind of thing? She'd always kinda thought so - but then, she could suddenly empathize with those fictional caricatures a lot more than she had in the past. "Have your robo-orderly put her in an empty room. #4119 next to mine is open." Gina said.

The robot doctor raised an eyebrow. "Er, Miss Velasquez, are you quite certain that you are still in the building manager's good graces, so far as making a request like that is concerned? After all, the up-front deposit-"

"Yeah, yeah," Gina waved a hand at him. "I'll handle it Thomas, okay?" She sighed deeply and gave a cynical little chuckle. "And on that subject, give me a five pack of condoms. Put it on the tab." The doctor gives a surprised laugh. "Tsk tsk, where has the delicacy of young ladies gone, these days?" Gina hopped up to her feet and pulled her green swimsuit back on, patching the small holes in it with tiny quantities of sealing gel from the clinic's dispensary. "Just hand them over and fuck off back into a HLO historical drama already."

A couple minutes later Velasquez stepped onto one of the only working elevators in this entire scummy complex - the one leading to the building manager's office. He wasn't even the owner, but you'd never know it talking to him. Gina had managed to keep her 'pride' in dealing with him so far but the penny-pinching prick wasn't going to be happy with the level of collateral damage she caused, even if those bugs had fired the first shot. Running a hand through her hair, she heard the elevator ding and stepped out into the hallway leading to the manager's gaudy little office. A sneering secretary with cybernetic hands typing at a hundred miles an hour looked up at her. "Miss Velasquez. Glad to see you here. The boss is quite livid with you but he's busy smoothing things over with the merchants right now, so you'll need to wait."