Dog Food, Take Three
Dietrich chuckled despite himself, and replied with his best military deadpan. "I knew you'd leave without a fuss," he said. "I was too busy calculating the best method by which to deadlift Ms. Rowe."
It took Robyn about as long to measure the formula as it did for Corr to patch Pockets up from the inside out. She was pointedly measuring it correct to the drop,and wasn't quite satisfied with her accuracy. When she was done, Dietrich quickly took it before she could change her mind.
Kindred blood used to be a precious resource for Corr, but he seemed generous enough with it in the operating theatre. He may be a sadistic monster, but he was also a damn fine surgeon whose pride had been wounded. He made a point of doing the best job he could. No doubt he was also taking the opportunity to run every test and scan he could muster.
When he was finished, he came to the gallery. He left Pockets to recuperate.
"She'll live," he said. "And by that I mean she doesn't breathe and she has no pulse, but her wounds won't bleed out. Provided she rests. I don't even like the idea of moving her. I can't guarantee my work if she goes galavanting about. As far as I can tell, she's been the target of a deviant energy emission designed to isolate her higher-order Kindred functions."
"In other words, a binding curse," Robyn said. "Like I said."
"Yyyyes," he said. "At any rate, if you require my assistance bringing her around, my door remains open. Please do me the courtesy of choosing better company."
"And when I succeed, I'll be sure to send you a report," Robyn replied. "I'll be sure to use as many unnecessarily large words as possible so it sounds more sciencey for ya."
"That would be most appreciated, Ms. Rowe," Corr purred in reply. "Just in case I encounter any poor similarly affected souls who don't have access to such a talented- I'm sorry, what's the correct word for you people nowadays? I can't keep track."
"Call me whatever you like," Robyn said. "Just remember that one of us people solved a riddle that stumped you for a decade."
No snappy comeback there. He took the barb, and turned his attention back to Liam. "I'll loan you a spinal board for the walk back to your car. Be careful loading her in."