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@Serena Inkwell @Zerul - Neura ))
[Orca/Motor's Group] (( P.S You stated it fell on your legs, did you not? ))
"Actually, you probably just need
actual medicine. And, like I said, not a bunch of tent spikes and coat sleeves." Neura said, quickly adding. "I am not racist to you Octolings, I was made in Octo Valley, after all. Why would I resent them?"
"Also, I am not a snobby rich person. I am a robot." It took it's orange hood and revealed it's metal head, opening 6 more eyes, showing a total of 8 black orbs staring back at Serink. "If I came from a long-dead female quadruped, I would've let your legs wither and fade away. Do you understand me?" It didn't sound like a question, more like a demand.
"It fell on your legs, so I would guess that you just lost some function. At the very least, you took responsibility for it. That, I can like you for." Neura remarked grimly.
Neura stood up, dusting off it's hands. "Now then, I need to call 9-1-1 and get you out of here.
Because... other people don't feel like helping." Neura looked pointedly at the others. It looked back at Viola. "She'll be alright, I'll try and make arrangements to fix the naive queen of drama's paralysis." It brought out a phone, and quickly dialed a number. "
I have... contacts."