With sparkling eyes, Blair fixes her gaze on the tattoos. “Hey, hey, are we allowed here to get tattoos? Ah—and your hairstyle is awesome too!” She stares at her Mohawk hairstyle.
Emil then pulls her by the collar of her uniform. “Stop that. You’re troubling others. Please excuse the dumbass. Bye.” Then he drags her away.
She is at lost for words while watching them leave the scene. “What’s that about?”
“Don’t mind them,” Deeveen responds while trying to get her attention away from the two. “How are the others, Robin? Will the healers be able to tend to them all?”
“I don’t know,” she shakes her head. “They are not very proficient in the techniques yet but they are holding on.”
“I see.” Deeveen looks down, pondering. “Vargas,” she turns her eyes towards the lad. “Go help in healing.”
“Oh. This guy’s a healer?”
“Not particularly.”