"My hands are very capable, thank you very much. They used to pay me quite a bit for my hands' work, back when I was head of surgery at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital," muses Chase, working deftly at her stitches, keeping his pace fast and sure to keep from tugging too much at her wound. "And if I can't even manage some palm stitches, then the way I earn my living would be severely undercut. Though maybe my ego needs a bit of a blow."

He smiles briefly up at her before continuing his work, already three stitches in. There can't be more than a couple more to go. "Anyway, Semele's has fantastic food, although I guess the location isn't for the faint of heart. How much have you gotten to explore the city?"