Rory's mind is suddenly a jumble of thoughts, an attempt parse the man's words into some semblance of sense because everything he's saying sounds familiar ... and yet the man is clearly unfamiliar to him.
But he understands. Every word of it, on its own, or maybe from the mouth of one chinny man with a fondness for fezzes and bowties, Rory understands 'bicardial' and 'extremely long-lived' and 'prone to changes in our physiology'.
"Um. Not - not long," he finds himself saying almost distantly, before he clears his throat, recomposes himself, and ... then frowns. "It's just a quick scan and -
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Rory's mind is suddenly a jumble of thoughts, an attempt parse the man's words into some semblance of sense because everything he's saying sounds familiar ... and yet the man is clearly unfamiliar to him.
But he understands. Every word of it, on its own, or maybe from the mouth of one chinny man with a fondness for fezzes and bowties, Rory understands 'bicardial' and 'extremely long-lived' and 'prone to changes in our physiology'.
"Um. Not - not long," he finds himself saying almost distantly, before he clears his throat, recomposes himself, and ... then frowns. "It's just a quick scan and -
"Right. What did you say your name was?"