[By this point, he'd have outed himself as not human--or at least as a tainted one--were he on his homeworld. The jig is up, but she hasn't quite seemed to caught on. Boyce isn't sure what that means, but he doesn't want to push the matter.
Instead, he cradles the bubble in the crook of one massive arm, frowning still but visibly trying to let some of his initial anger go.]
What's your name, girl?
[If she's so bent on healing these things--these people, maybe--at least her heart's in the right place. Perhaps she's just been fed a line that makes her think she's doing better work to imprison someone for their condition than she really is. It's worth reaching out for, maybe.]
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Instead, he cradles the bubble in the crook of one massive arm, frowning still but visibly trying to let some of his initial anger go.]
What's your name, girl?
[If she's so bent on healing these things--these people, maybe--at least her heart's in the right place. Perhaps she's just been fed a line that makes her think she's doing better work to imprison someone for their condition than she really is. It's worth reaching out for, maybe.]