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Something wrong?

Car accident.

Oh hell. Are you alright?

I seem to be. I may have some bruising but everything feels alright; no head injuries.

No arguments if I try to give you a look over to be sure?

I've got a feeling that arguing would take more time than a look over, am I right?

Damned right. Sit down.

*And yes, he's magically bringing out his rather large 23rd century tricorder to scan her over.*

*Opens her mouth to say something but this is actually pretty cool when you consider that she's a 21st century girl; she has a few scratches on her cheek and chin from airbag deployment and she's tense, but there's no lasting damage.*

I feel fine.

Hmmm. The readings seem to back that up.

*He lowered his tricorder and then rested a hand on her cheek as he held up a finger.* Follow my finger. Want to make sure your sight is just fine. What the hell do you use in your time to deal with cuts and bruises?

Over the counter pain medications, and antibiotic ointments should be fine for this.

Right.

What do they look like, these over the counter meds?

I have pain-killers in my locker. Don't worry about it.