[Arumat's eternal inability to make conversation like a normal person will always confuse her, but she doesn't mind. So she nods, stepping back into the room and walking back towards the console; she'll close the doors again once he's followed her in.
His first question gets a heavy shrug—for the most part, she's been ignoring the others.]
My wounds are getting better. [And they have, in fact, been healing well enough, but that's all she has to say about her current state. It's just a fancy way of asking how are you doing, isn't it, and that's still as stupid of a question as it was a week ago.]
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His first question gets a heavy shrug—for the most part, she's been ignoring the others.]
My wounds are getting better. [And they have, in fact, been healing well enough, but that's all she has to say about her current state. It's just a fancy way of asking how are you doing, isn't it, and that's still as stupid of a question as it was a week ago.]