Scene #1464: This Is Not My Facility

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Gaius Van Baelsar	The Mission was successful. The Dragonball was obtained. Though chaotic it was, it was those times that Gaius Baelsar shined his best. He did not break under pressure, he did not give under his emotions. A Trained soldier... A soldier however who was now in the medical ward of the Confederacy. Leading up to the events of being here, he was in battle with Noble Six whom tackled him right out of the window. He in turn, made sure she came right out with him. Though he tried to slow down his fall, it was not possible and he ended up landing on a garbage bin on his backside before impacting the ground. A normal man should have died and in truth-- he should have. The Magitek suit of armor is what kept him alive and it is what allowed him to get up and get into the transport. But it did not stop the g-forces traveling into his body. It didn't cushion that fall-- because while designed for landing on his feet from high up areas, it wasn't designed to land like he did. Bruised muscles, popped blood vessels, fractured bones, and a few broken ribs for all his trouble. He had not been this beaten up in a /very/ long time. Yet-- it was all worth it. They succeeded. Though when he arrived, he was out cold. They had to get the manpower to actually get him out of the transport, then find the means to remove him out of the armor that had at last lost power. No sign of consciousness, no reacting to any real stimuli. He was dead to the world, though thankfully breathing. Now several hours later, he lies on a medical bed, hook up most likely to monitoring machines. That sound not fully alien to him, but not the sounds he was use too. The lights as he tried to open his gold eyes bright-- painfully so. He grimaced as he tried to sit up, tried to figure out where he was. His peppered black hair a mess, the oval white 'stone' in the center of his forehead reflecting the light like an eye would. A few scars from wars old on his body, and beyond the injury he has taken-- in pretty good, physical shape. He was not a man who slacked off and because of that, his body hide the fact he was a man in his mid fifties-- though the grey hairs here and there was that indication on his body and a few lines on his face. Though his begged to just lay still-- he tried once more to move, only to grit his teeth tightly as the pain at last got to him and he was then forced to be still.
Garen	When did Garen get there? As always, the agent somehow managed to get in somewhere he wasn't expected. "I really wish that the team had waited for me. I could have helped to avoid this outcome, but your magitek armor surprises me again. You should be dead." He says, having found a comfy chair to sit in.
Ariah	The expenditure of mana in the village fields the night prior had been recycled and recovered, with a good night of rest to boot. After the morning's operation, Ariah is making her way around medical, looking for patients of note and those in the most dire need of aid. This eventually (finally?) leads her to the bed of one Gaius Van Baelsar. "You're awake, good," she greets in her icy, thickly-accented voice. She cants her head towards Garen, hints of a smile tugging at the edges of her mouth being the warmest greeting she gives. Her focus, however, returns to the patient quickly. Those grey eyes scan the machines, modern medical technology something she'd gotten more used to by now. "Between being an Elite and that armor you wear... well, let us just say it is a good thing you are both, judging by the injuries you did sustain. With your permission, I will be seeing to your recovery." She holds her staff in one hand, the other clutching an old clipboard with papers on it, not one of those digital wireless ones.
Taro	Luckily or unluckily for the Legatus, Taro was on hand when the man arrived. While he could do nothing for the person inside the armor, he was at least able to help in prodding and prying him out of it so that he could be tended. After that, he has...had surprisingly little to do, all told. Fuki's master had already collected her to see to her repairs, and the absence of others needing his kind of expertise means he's been working more as an orderly and a gofer than a doctor. While he's been inwardly grumbling about this, as usual he keeps his thoughts to himself. The work must be done, regardless. As the rush of wounded comes to an end and Medical calms, the android wanders into the ward Serori and Gaius and company have been taken. He's wearing a medical coat with an embroidered nametag over his cassock as he pokes his head into Gaius' room. And finds the man being tended to, along with a visitor already. "Ah. I'm intruding."
Gaius Van Baelsar	Gaius smirks, very faintly at Garen's remark. It was a tired smirk though. "Garlean Ingenuity at its finest.." He says softly, before Ariah then approaches. He gives the woman a long look and then remembers when they spoke on the beach. It was her-- wasn't it? He be lying if he didn't say it was hard to think right now. "So.. this is the Confederate medical.." He says with a very small smile. "Interesting.." He then looks back over to her. "Hm. You may-- yes." He then furrows his brows. "Though where did my armor.." His eyes are drawn to Taro's figure in the distance peeking in. "..Taro?"
Garen	"You were quite a mess when they brought you in. Even so, glad to see you on your feel." Garen says. He gives a nod towards everyone else who comes to see the Legatus, before speaking up. "I never got many details...what exactly happened to put you here?"
Ariah	Ariah follows the Legate's eyes, turning her head to catch sight of Taro. "Taro is one of the few with the sufficient knowledge of your magitech among our ranks to extract you from your carapace," she says absently, returning her attention to the man in bed. She steps closer, setting her clipboard aside and taking her staff into both hands. "Yes, welcome to the Citadel's facility. I hope you will find it sufficient, even if we lack Imperial devices or chirurgeons," she states quietly, but with clear respect. Her voice stays low so as not to interrupt the conversation that Gaius is sharing, but she does speak, "I can hasten your recovery, but it will hurt briefly. I will apply anesthetic, if your biology allows for it to function correctly."
Taro	"Damaged," Taro answers from the doorway. "It's been returned to your subordinates for repairs and safekeeping." He glances at Garen. "I would hardly call this on his feet." His gaze returns to Gaius. "Still, that you're already awake and able to speak is reassuring." His eyes shift and then narrow when Ariah reaches for her staff, and falls silent as she speaks. "...I will be outside should I be needed." Then, he takes a step back to close the door again, with him on the other side of it.
Gaius Van Baelsar	Gaius glances over to Garen for a moment, "That is.. probably a story for a drink.. or two." Though his attention the goes to Ariah and then to Taro-- he'll answer her question in a moment. "Taro," He tries to call out to the android-- even as he may shut the door. "Thank you." In some part of the Legatus, he is impressed that the young man was actually able to get him /out/, let alone not active the self-guards. Then again.. if it was that badly damaged... Gaius closes his eyes and inhales deeply, which only causes him to cough, then grit his teeth. Ok. Body is indeed not happy. He then opens his eyes and looks at Ariah. "..beyond our third eye.. we Garleans are no different than a normal man.. beyond the fact that we hold no aetheric energy in us and deny us the use of magic." He then looks away from her. "You are the doctor, so do as you will, Ariah."
Garen	Garen grins at that. "You didn't think I can empty handed, did you?" He says. Reaching into a bag next to him, he pulls out a few glasses and multiple bottles. "Take your pick. Csillan Brandy, Coruscanti whiskey, and Correlian rum."
Taro	Taro has not gone far. He's still standing on the other side of the door, in fact. While the voices inside are muffled, unless someone has decided to start whispering, he can still hear the conversation in which he's no longer participating. The conversation over the chatter band is a somewhat welcome distraction, and a roundabout way of explaining just why he left the room.
Ariah	While Gaius is talking, Ariah is maneuvering around equipment to fill a few syringes with a cloudy white substance. "This should function, then. And I have hope that my magic will aid you even if you cannot harness it for your own use." When Garen produces the bottles of alcohol she pauses and looks at him. "Gaius may partake. Alcohol thinning his blood will not affect my healing," she says simply. "I have seen worse in field hospitals," she adds, then resumes her task of preparing the anesthetic. Securing her staff on her back for the moment, she turns and approaches the bedside, holding one of the syringes in her hand. The needle itself does not look like a short one. Likely for the use of dropping the chemical deeper beneath the surface. "Your fractures we will save for last. Internal bleeding will be handled first."
Gaius Van Baelsar	Gaius places his hand up to Garen, "Drinks are.. probably unwise right now.. given I have no idea what form of medication they have given me.. or its reactions too." At least he is wise on that, but given Garleans tend to need to rely on their medications and shots for treatment... Then Ariah says he /can/ drink and Gaius smirks every so faintly, "Well-- in that case... the brandy. No ice... better be no ice." He would say warm it up, but they don't have that here. "Though hold until we are.. perhaps done." His gaze then turns back to Ariah and he peers at that needle. "..that is not for the shoulder is it?" Ah. Hospitals they will never change.
Garen	Garen nods. "Of course. I brought enough for everyone to enjoy. No reason your stay in medical can't be enjoyable." He says. He leans back, watching with almost hawk-like eyes at what Ariah was planning.
Ariah	"This one is for your chest," Ariah states. "You have broken ribs. The damage around them needs to be handled first before they puncture any of your vital organs." She's cold and clinical, adjusting the coverings over the Imperial as needed to get to the worst of it. "You have a fractured shoulder but that is not the worst of it. There are multiple areas of minor internal bleeding and your aching muscles will need at worst a long hot bath or two." Then with little warning, she plunges the needle into Gaius' midsection, the length of metal stinging but no worse than the broken ribs it passes by. The injection happens swiftly, precisely, a suffusion of warmth blooming from the tip that slowly begins to swallow away the pain.
Gaius Van Baelsar	The needle sinks in and Gaius' grits his teeth gently, but they do not stay gritted for long. Though he does not mean to ignore Garen, but for now his attention is on Ariah as she proceeds. "How long-- have you been a doctor?" He decides to ask. Though the warmth is nice. Even if he knows the worse is /far/ from over.
Taro	Taro remains outside as Ariah tends to Gaius and presumably Garen keeps company. He's turned his back to the door. He can hear fine either way, and it leaves more the impression that he's guarding the door rather than having been shut out. Not that exactly either is true... He closes his eyes as he opens a connection to the local net, and drops a message to be forwarded on to Gaius' people that their Legatus is awake and talking. A bit of welcome news, likely.
Ariah	"Several years," Ariah answers, withdrawing the needle. "I worked in several field hospitals during one of the largest conflicts of my home world. I know first aid, field surgery, but I prefer to use my magical talents. Far less messy." She speaks simply and quietly, putting the syringe aside and taking up her staff. She holds it in one hand, bringing the other to make contact with Gaius' midsection where she'd put the anesthetic. She waits a few moments, closing her eyes. Then threads of mana start to seep from her fingers like fine tendrils, sliding underneath the skin with little more than a hint of warmth to indicate their contact. "Now we get to work.." she says quietly.
Gaius Van Baelsar	Those on the Dreadnought probably are glad to hear it. Given that one their Legatus was ok and two-- Livia could stop pacing and perhaps forcing them to all do hundred push-ups cause of her own anger with her father's status. Thankfully--- Livia wasn't here and that was something Gaius was grateful for. When Ariah goes to work, Gaius can feel her hand coming to rest against his skin, but then the odd warmth that follow-- magic. Magic.. the very thing that the pureblood-- natural born-- can not touch. Their bodies, though accepting of it from outside sources, can not generate or wield what so many can. Though if they could use magic, they probably be no different than Eorzean really. Curious that thought. He isn't sure what Ariah's magic will do though and that alone has him a bit... nervous.
Taro	That small errand done, and having unknowngly saved a number of soldiers from extra psysical exercise, Taro opens his eyes again. It sounds like treatment is still ongoing, and so he remains outside.
Ariah	Ariah's sensing tendrils feel around, guided by Gaius' life force, guided by the hints of wounds, the damaged, broken pieces. The match of human physiology makes it all the easier for her to work as well. The warmth increases and she starts to work in earnest. It doesn't increase enough to feel like burning, but the rising heat is more than tangible. And even with the anesthetic, the flesh and bone of the first broken ribs moving, re-connecting, and slowly binding is a sort of pain that can be felt deeply. "Do your best to hold still, please," she says quietly, "...you may have wished to imbibe the alcohol after all, there is more to repair. I apologize if this is unpleasant, but it must be done."
Gaius Van Baelsar	Gaius can feel the warmth, but it is something he can deal with. Though that deep pain? That is mildly an odd sensation for him and his nose wrinkles up, as his eyes close. His right hand grips the bed covers tightly as he endures the pain. He does not cry out, nor does he hiss out in pain. No-- he breaths normally, even if his heart rate shows other wise. He has been shot by bullets, hit by explosions, cut-- stabbed, and nearly left for dead over his time in service since he was a young man. It was no easy road to get to where he is and the marks on his body tell that story, but even with experience, you still make mistakes. Though would he call /this/ a mistake? No. This was-- life. This is what came with being who he was and what he did.
Taro	It's surprisingly quiet in there. Taro can only surmise that Ariah chose an excellent analgesic.
Ariah	Or Gaius is just that badass, his reputation truly earned. All Ariah seems to worry about, however, is how much her patient moves and how receptive his body is to her energies. Energies she's fully and actively channeling now. Her staff's runes start to glow, acting as a focus for her, allowing her to work without interruption. "You are extremely durable," she states absently. True to her initial word, she prioritizes the damaged tissues, only moving the bones aside and into place to facilitate the mending of flesh and muscle. It's the broken ribs that bring the most pain and the most effort, however, the witch putting all of her concentration into seeing the bones connected and knitting, heat and dull pain likely being the only thing felt within the man's chest cavity. At least the rest, once those have been properly secured, is relatively easy in comparison.
Gaius Van Baelsar	Gaius huffs out a breath of air from his nostrils from Ariah's comment about him being durable. "You learn to be.." he says, his voice though calm, has a hint of that pain there. Its hard for him to adjust to it because it isn't a constant level. Because it is hard to adjust to it, its hard for him to, well, hide it in his voice. Though he does put up the best of his abilities to not fully show the discomfort. "..there are those.. who would capitalize.. on pain as a weakness.." Those gold eyes look at her. "..I do not tolerate.. weakness.. nor failure.." Man who lives by example it would seem. "I have trained myself.." That is far as he gets out though, because he can feel with the focus off, perhaps shifting, the talking wasn't doing him any good.
Taro	Or perhaps a combination thereof. Taro is only speculating, using his own experiences as guide. He's hearing words rather than screaming, anyway, which is taken as a good sign. "Pain could be taken as a sign that one is still alive," he opins, voice muffled by the door.
Ariah	"I do not easily show pain either," she says with that absent tone, "But there are some things one simply cannot resist. We all have our weaknesses, but it is certainly our perogative to hide them from our enemies." Ariah's touch, that heat, that pain, all moves slowly. It drifts while her hand changes positions, inch by inch, ruptured blood vessel and torn flesh by vessel and tear. She doesn't elaborate any further, though that ghost of a smile returns when she hears Taro's voice beyond the portal. The deep pain subsides, a dull ache replacing it, and soon Ariah's hand rises from Gaius' middle. Her eyes open and her fingertips seem to smoke lightly, hands a shade of pink instead of pale. She clenches her fist for a moment before looking towards the man's face. "Roll over, please. Carefully. I must tend to the fractures on the other side, and then the worst of it will be over."
Gaius Van Baelsar	Gaius does not argue with either points. He /does/ have his weakness. He knows what that weakness is. His family. His loved ones. It is why the loss of his Godson, the idea of losing his adopted daughter Livia-- even someone-- closer then her.. he knows could be used against him. In either perhaps submission-- --or utter rage. When a careful movements, the Legatus goes to roll himself over. Mindful of how he does so. He falls silent for a bit, before he does speak. "..Yes. We all.. have our weakness.. and yes.. not all pain.. is bad." He grimaces a bit, before he continues. "..for some pain.. can teach us.."
Taro	Taro folds his arms across his chest. "Some pain serves as a reminder." He seems to have been taken for a doorgard now, or at least the next couple of orderlies passing through decide to move to the other side of the hallway when walking past him.
Ariah	Ariah waits for the Legatus to turn over, collecting another syringe of anesthetic. When the man is in position and settled she does much the same as she had before. The sensation of the needle piercing is brief, the blossoming warmth covering up the pain. She's beginning to show some signs of fatigue, her well of magic hardly infinite and the mending of something as solid and complex as bone without weakening it taking more of a toll than simply coaxing a body to restore flesh. "We are soldiers, and we are allies. We fight together, and we heal together," she says quietly, "By sharing our pain we lessen it as a whole and can fight on towards our causes, eyes forward." She takes a breath and centers herself, holding her staff in both hands, fingertips brushing over the symbols, light starting to fill the etched lines.
Gaius Van Baelsar	Gaius only notes the pain of the needle, but compared to the mending, it was far less. He listens to what Ariah has to say and smiles faintly. "True enough." He does not deny those words, as he understands them. Though it also reminds him that pain-- pain can mean /so/ many things. The Legatus though hrms gently. "..are you doing alright?"
Taro	"Mm." Taro's muffled commentary on what Ariah said. If he had any other thoughts on them, he's keeping them to himself.
Ariah	"I have sufficient energy reserves to complete your procedures," is Ariah's answer to the Legatus. "Once I am finished, I will require a meal." It's simple, but it's honest. She takes a few slow breaths, collecting her energies and once more moving to Gaius' side. She presses her palm against the base of his spine and again does that warmth begin, those feelers slipping forth, white-blue tendrils of pure energy. They feel almost as if they wrap around that spinal column, the heat expanding, riding up the conduits of his nerves to meet and connect with the fractured and broken ribs. "How are you feeling?" she asks quietly.
Gaius Van Baelsar	Gaius closes his eyes and grimaces a little at the pain. He waits for a moment before he starts to speak once more. "Better." He says simply. He then tries to joke, even with the odd sensation. "You have.. quiet the touch." The Legatus then stares over at a shadowy corner of the room, for perhaps his own silent reasons. "I will owe you for this.. Ariah."
Taro	"What sort of meal do you prefer?" Taro asks, presumably for Ariah though he didn't explicity say so, through the still-closed door. He has no plans to open it until Ariah indicates she's finished. In the meantime, he can certainly file a supper order.
Ariah	Perhaps she can detect the joke, or the touch of humor, and she adds an attempt at her own. "My bite is better," Ariah says simply in response. "You owe me nothing," she then states. "When I have a job to do, I do it. I am a soldier and I am sworn to the Confederacy, her allies, and and staff. That is not to say that I do not enjoy what I do. Seeing you well gives me purpose and aids the rest of us." Simply spoken, sincerity and conviction in her voice. Then Taro speaks up, and perhaps off-handedly and as part of a joke, she responds quickly, "Brunettes." It proves the vampiress is not without humor, at the very least. But her words go silent now as she puts all of her concentration, using those neural pathways as a highway for that magic, that nearly-burning heat rising again and the pain accompanying it as bones connect and cracks mend.
Gaius Van Baelsar	Gaius grits his teeth once more and falls silent yet again as he endues the pain. His hand once more seeking to grip the sheet under him. At least, this will all be over with soon and he can enjoy that brandy. Hell-- maybe even dinner as well.. and perhaps he'll even have a late night visitor. Whoever that is. Though he can also feel his body feeling drained once the pain subsides a touch. Tired. Worn down. Understandably so when he thinks about it. Though when he can, he speaks up. "Serori and the others.. are they doing alright?"
Taro	When the order reaches the commissary, it does in fact contain the notation 'brunette'. Perhaps Taro is going along with the joke, or perhaps he took it seriously. With him, it can be hard to tell. The android remains standing outside.
Ariah	"Or catgirls," Ariah adds quietly. Her voice is softer though, her drained energy becoming audible. For the efforts, however, she works wonders. Magical cellular reconstruction; rapid, forced healing by way of mana. She doesn't answer the mention of Serori and the others, likely so deep in concentration that she can't respond or simply doesn't know off the top of her head. Finally, though, the heat once again subsides and the pain is reduced to a dull ache. The spine tingles with the remnants of energy, but it's likely flushed away quickly by the magic-resistant Garlean. "I did not follow the operation," she says quietly. "Taro?" she looks towards the door for confirmation, if he knows the status of the rest. And perhaps an inquiry of whether or not he actually ordered her a 'meal' from the commissary. The cute deli counter clerk.
Gaius Van Baelsar	Once the pain dulls down, Gaius then goes to slowly roll over back on his backside. He grunts gently as he lays there, and actually goes to tuck one arm under his pillow to raise up his head slightly. This is-- more comfortable. Yep. "Well, if there is anything.." he inhales deeply, now able too. "..I can do for you Ariah. Let me know." He then looks over to her with his gold eyes. "My services are ever part of the Confederacy, as they are to my homeland." Gaius gaze then moves over back to the corner of his room cast in shadow. "...." Idle thoughts it would seem.
Taro	Taro's eyes close again as he taps into Medical's local network. "Serori is fine," he answers, his voice distant (though with the door it may be hard to tell). "Fuki's repairs are being completed by her Master, who has not yet filed a report. Vanessa Selby and Terrible Dactyl are..." and he finishes the sentence with their respective statuses. A long pause. "How is the healing progressing?"
Ariah	Ariah looks weary, the glow in her eyes faded. Even the light in the runes under her skin flicker. She steps back, maneuvering to the basin to wash her hands. Her head turns towards Gaius, "Breathe deep, your lungs are no longer at risk of being punctured by your own ribs." There's a brief pause, "...even if that is fixable." Simple responses, matter-of-fact, no boasting and no sugarcoating. "I am ever at your service as well, Legatus. You are an ally, and I respect you." She waits for Taro to finish speaking, drying her hands. At the query, she looks towards the door, addressing him in a rather tired tone. "He need only rest and perhaps find a hot bath. The worst is repaired, and his body will ache, but fighting, let alone walking, will be possible before the weekend is up." She looks to Gaius and gives him a firm nod.
Gaius Van Baelsar	Ariah gets a soft smile from the Legatus, who nods back to her in kind. His eyes look over to Taro who has been hiding out. Though he is laying there, taking indeed a few deep breaths. He at last sits up and goes straight for the brandy glass. Then at he looks at it, he peers over at Taro, "..Taro, do you have a lighter?" Though his gaze does go back over to Ariah, "You should get some rest yourself.. and don't worry, I'm sure after this glass of Brandy.. I'll be snoozing off like a babe."
Taro	A lighter? Taro unfolds his arms to reach for one of the pouches on his belt. While he's never understood the fascination of inhaling the smoke from the dried leaves of certain plants, between devotional candles and other needs, he does carry one. The doorhandle clicks as he turns it, and he opens the door a finger's width to look inside. All seems to be finished. He pushes it open further, wide enough for him to pass through, and does so. "What is it that you need lit?"
Ariah	Ariah smoothes out her uniform and takes up that clipboard she'd set down earlier. A pen is taken up and she begins to make notes, writing quickly and filling in what is likely data forms to be entered by computer later. Likely by her Shinki. "A meal first, and then some rest, yes. Is there anything more I can do for you? Aught else that requires mending?" She gives Taro a nod of greeting when he re-enters, confirming that everything is pretty much done. "Aside from the armor, of course. Your own technicians and perchance Taro's capable hands will see it restored to full functionality."
Gaius Van Baelsar	Gaius motions for Taro to hand it over, it will become very clear to why when he does. He looks over to Ariah and shakes his head. "Nay. I shalt be fine now. Though if you see Vi'Sharra-- give her my regards." Now Taro will see the magic of the lighter at work, as he uses the flame carefully to heat up the bottom of the cup. "Brandy," He explains to Taro. "..is best served warm."
Taro	Taro returns the greeting with a nod of his own, and while he does not apologigize, he does offer an explanation. "If you should ever have a need to check my medical chart, Ariah, you would find that the first warning written in it is to not use any form of magic upon me, including and especially healing magics. I try to avoid it even being in close proximity out of an abundance of caution." He obligingly hands the lighter over to Gaius. A nice, solid thing that may not use butane, but it produces a nice steady flame nonetheless. "I see..."
Ariah	"If I do, I will. I have not run into her at all, as I remember, unfortunately," Ariah nods to Gaius, regarding Vi'Sharra. Her attention shifts to Taro and she listens. "I understand. My healing abilities are limited to organic entities. The only machines I can see my particular healing skills working on are those that have their own self-regenerative abilities. And even then it's... likely entirely by case. You are not likely to enter my care for any reason, Taro." She turns her gaze back to the Legatus, "Chilled ice wine is my alcohol of choice."
Gaius Van Baelsar	Gaius keeps this up for awhile, very focused on what he is doing. Then he ends the fire, and hands the lighter back to Taro, before he at last takes a sip of the Brandy. "Perfect." Yep. It was a rough day-- rough evening-- but with a proper drink and good company.. it was all worth it. He glances over to Ariah as she explains her own drink of choice, "Oh? That is something I will keep in mind, given I tend to drink wine often. Red or white?" He asks taking another sip of his brandy. Poor Taro, he doesn't drink-- or does he?
Taro	The lighter is retaken with a nod, and returned to its proper place. "I thought as much. However, I have had a few...incidents...with some of my well-meaning fellow Confederates. Hence the warning." Along with a few others...but none that need be mentioned at this time, and so Taro doesn't mention them. He wasn't actually asked about his drinking preferences, and soe he doesn't mention them, either. Normally he's seen with a teacup, though he did have a glass of wine at the party.
Ariah	The answer may be obvious, but Gaius did ask. And Ariah responds. "Red. Ice wine is sweet. Though the people of my homeland are famous for their wines." She does have a French accent after all, though of course Gaius is not of her world. "Even if I prefer the wines of the northern reaches of my world over local flavors... but yes... red." She nods. And then to Taro. "The warning is warranted. You have my assurances, and thank you for letting me know."
Gaius Van Baelsar	"I shalt keep that in mind next time we meet. Let you try some of our own red wine from a proper vintage." Gaius says with a soft smile. He takes another sip of the brandy before resting it down. "Thank you both again. Your company and services.. are always welcoming." It be not to shortly after that does the Legatus become claimed by his own bodies worn out state. Given the adrenaline from the pain was over and his body had time to calm down. So there he now was, dead asleep to the world.