Lucky for you I don't need you to cut me open. [And her, but that's beside the point: she's decidedly not the squeamish one here.

Aeryn settles off to the side against one of the workbenches opposite to him, arms folded, ankles loosely crossed. It's the most she can do to deny the sweat prickling just at the back of her next.] Besides, your doctors couldn't put this right if they tried. Better to hold out as long as I can for one of mine.

[Provided she ever gets that chance.]