[ He snorts derisively at the suggestion, recognizing it as an insult and immediately countering with, ]
Did the captains make you a medic? 'Cause if they did, I'd ask for a reassignment, if I were you. [ Because he's not impressed with that medical advice. At all. If Leonard had to prescribe himself anything, it'd be a nice, long session in the massage chair he has tucked away somewhere on Mero deck. Something to knead the soreness out of his back. Too bad the ship's power isn't stable enough to keep the thing juiced.
He'll just have to keep working the soreness out himself. He reaches behind his back and rubs once more before pulling back. ]
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Did the captains make you a medic? 'Cause if they did, I'd ask for a reassignment, if I were you. [ Because he's not impressed with that medical advice. At all. If Leonard had to prescribe himself anything, it'd be a nice, long session in the massage chair he has tucked away somewhere on Mero deck. Something to knead the soreness out of his back. Too bad the ship's power isn't stable enough to keep the thing juiced.
He'll just have to keep working the soreness out himself. He reaches behind his back and rubs once more before pulling back. ]