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Need to remember why I'm here.

Memory problems?

{shakes head}

I just need to remind myself that I was brought to Atlantis to be a doctor and for no other reason.

Oh yeah. So you're working right now?

Yeah. {or at least she's trying to look like she is}

Do you need patching up {And she's not looking at him}

*looks at his hand with a sliver of wood stuck under a nail* ..naw *bites the tip and pulls it out with his teeth* ..just stopping by.

{notices and internally scolds herself for being a pushover with him} At least you're not a wimp about this like Rodney is {takes his hand and guides him to a bed} I should make sure this is all out.

*shrugs* Yeah, but he seems to get away with it.

{waits for him to sit down} Because people don't expect it from someone like you.

{gets a trolley and pulls it over. Takes his hand and holds it under a magnifier in the light} Get this doing the bar?

I usually don't care about what people expect from me.

*nods* Yeah, but it's almost done now. It'll be ready for whenever you and John throw that party.

That's something people like about you. You're always you.

{carefully pulls out a few tiny splinters of wood} Well I think we're looking at this weekend. You're coming aren't you?

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