"It is." He confirms with Vincent. "Really, what's done isn't a hard plaster mold - more of a sturdy layering of cloth bandages would do. The major reason it isn't fully conducted is usually cost and a sense of claustrophobia: if you are uncomfortable with the feeling of drowning or your injuries are minor, the tank becomes overkill."
To Justine, he begins to remove the patch, showing her how it sticks briefly to the skin before releasing, bearing unbroken skin underneath.
"If you're asking for a complete biometric read-out, I can deliver that to you both. The short answer is it's a sort of bacteria. A living component that reads your body make-up and acts as your blood cells would, only far more quickly."
For his part Vincent seems content with the arrangement; that is posing questions, letting Justine pose hers and listening to Thrawn's responses. There's only the occasional moment where he might be drawn back to the communicator in his hand to exchange messages.
"Ah, got it. And sorry. What I meant is whether the bacta used in the tank can be applied to the cast or does a special formula need to be ordered?"
Will they need a supply request to keep up the bacta tank, patches and something like manual application to a cast as separate stock? At the offer Thrawn makes regarding the readout, Vincent shakes his head.
"I won't need it. When I ordered the samples I requested that information so it'll be on file for the doctors here to go over. As well as the standard information for care and use. Including your file, I think we're set here."
She looks over her shoulder. "If you have the information, Monsieur, might I have it?" She doesn't bother fluttering her eyelashes or any of the other nonsense she usually uses to get what she wants. If she can't get it from Vincent, then she can get it from Thrawn with very little effort.
She returns her attention to underneath the patch, sucking in air through her teeth at the look of it. Fascinating.
Thrawn inclines his head in acknowledgement, and removes the patch entirely to throw it away.
"Will that be all, Warden Valentine?"
To Justine, he turns to leave, but waits for her at the doorway, figuring she may linger and he'll offer to walk her out. He needs to apologize for the loss of her knife.
There's one last glance at the communicator where the lines around Vincent's eyes suggests he frowns. It's put away momentarily to focus on the final parting.
"Provided it doesn't have any sensitive information, I'll send you a copy," Vincent answers Justine without hesitation. "Sorry, I haven't had the time to go through all of it myself but it should be fine."
Then to Thrawn. Regarding the blue-skinned gentleman, Vincent only offers a nod. But an apology for the loss of the knife may not be necessary.
"I was able to confirm Trevor Belmont gave you the knife. So if you're ready to leave, I'll return it to you... Mademoiselle Florbelle."
Though he'll be walking it over to the door before handing it to her.
Justine just smiles. "Lovely!" she chirps, all pleasantries now, and will take the knife from him as she reaches the door. It gets tucked back inside of her corset and she looks up to Thrawn. She's quite pleased with herself, with this outing, now that it's concluded.
She has so much to write.
"Why is everyone so difficult on this ship?" she sighs, keeping her tone just loud enough to hopefully make it back to Vincent.
Ah yes, the classics. Vincent watches the two leave. He probably didn't miss the words at all but once they're on the way he turns to enter the infirmary again, likely to clean up.
Though... there is a subtle movement of his shoulders as if amusement caused a brief, silent chuckle.
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To Justine, he begins to remove the patch, showing her how it sticks briefly to the skin before releasing, bearing unbroken skin underneath.
"If you're asking for a complete biometric read-out, I can deliver that to you both. The short answer is it's a sort of bacteria. A living component that reads your body make-up and acts as your blood cells would, only far more quickly."
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"Ah, got it. And sorry. What I meant is whether the bacta used in the tank can be applied to the cast or does a special formula need to be ordered?"
Will they need a supply request to keep up the bacta tank, patches and something like manual application to a cast as separate stock? At the offer Thrawn makes regarding the readout, Vincent shakes his head.
"I won't need it. When I ordered the samples I requested that information so it'll be on file for the doctors here to go over. As well as the standard information for care and use. Including your file, I think we're set here."
Of course he isn't speaking for Justine on this.
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She returns her attention to underneath the patch, sucking in air through her teeth at the look of it. Fascinating.
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Thrawn inclines his head in acknowledgement, and removes the patch entirely to throw it away.
"Will that be all, Warden Valentine?"
To Justine, he turns to leave, but waits for her at the doorway, figuring she may linger and he'll offer to walk her out. He needs to apologize for the loss of her knife.
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"Provided it doesn't have any sensitive information, I'll send you a copy," Vincent answers Justine without hesitation. "Sorry, I haven't had the time to go through all of it myself but it should be fine."
Then to Thrawn. Regarding the blue-skinned gentleman, Vincent only offers a nod. But an apology for the loss of the knife may not be necessary.
"I was able to confirm Trevor Belmont gave you the knife. So if you're ready to leave, I'll return it to you... Mademoiselle Florbelle."
Though he'll be walking it over to the door before handing it to her.
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She has so much to write.
"Why is everyone so difficult on this ship?" she sighs, keeping her tone just loud enough to hopefully make it back to Vincent.
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"A low level of trust, I presume."
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Though... there is a subtle movement of his shoulders as if amusement caused a brief, silent chuckle.