​Perfect; I'll get right to it before it fades, then.

[ It's a small enough area, at least, so hopefully it won't bother him terribly much; about a palm-sized span. The syringe has nothing but a tiny amount of preservative plasma to suck the tissue sample up into, and she feels out his ribs before pressing it in and pushing a small tab that closed off the bottom, cutting through whatever tissue the hollow needle had gathered. It's quick, extracting the one and gathering a second. And just like that, given some twenty seconds, and she's finished. A simple antibiotic cream is applied to the puncture marks and they're bandaged over, fingertips brushing over the numbed flesh as she ensures the bandages seal well. ]

I'm sure I'll be in it for twenty years more, and twenty years again. It's what I've dedicated myself to. Ever since I was seven years old.

[ When she'd lost her parents to war; they'd been doctors as well. His surprise earns him another little smile, the twinkle in her eye showing more than her fair share of amusement. ]

Well I'm glad you agree. Would you believe you're already done? I promised.