[ Now that he's facing him again, there is something off about the stranger's gaze, something that doesn't quite ring true. Mal's brow furrows, but before he can figure it out there's a click and he turns to see the door creak open. ]
All right.
[ Are there Healers here? he wonders. Well, even if there are, they probably wouldn't waste their time on an otkazat'sya like him. Not here, not anymore. He looks back at the stranger, reflexively straightening up almost at attention. ]
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All right.
[ Are there Healers here? he wonders. Well, even if there are, they probably wouldn't waste their time on an otkazat'sya like him. Not here, not anymore. He looks back at the stranger, reflexively straightening up almost at attention. ]
Malyen Oretsev.
Mal.