[A sliver of attention for the thought lurking in the Prince's throat - like a sleeping creature opening one eye, Cathaway looks across Aoba's shoulder to him and raises an eyebrow as she sets the stimgun aside and retrieves a pair of thin metallic rods from the side table.
But she says nothing, verbally or otherwise, and instead holds the metallic rods up to Aoba's head. She draws them slowly apart from one another, a sinewy hologram stretching out between them as she does. It shimmers there for a moment before solidfying, then disappearing. There. A baseline scan has been established.]
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But she says nothing, verbally or otherwise, and instead holds the metallic rods up to Aoba's head. She draws them slowly apart from one another, a sinewy hologram stretching out between them as she does. It shimmers there for a moment before solidfying, then disappearing. There. A baseline scan has been established.]