He's busy brewing some tinctures so he has his back to the front of the clinic. It takes him a minute to finish, turning around to face First Aid, and, while he does try to remain professional, Artemy's look of genuine surprise does betray his professionalism.
"Ah, and, you are?" He asks, trying to regain his composure. "Can I help you?" He's trying not to be judgemental, but he's unsure if his brews and potions will work on him.
Probably not, although they might make his fuel lines tingle.
"Ah, I'm First Aid," he hastily introduces himself, in a high and oddly natural voice given that it seems to come from a being made entirely of metal and glass. It goes well with the rich, thick moss that covers his shoulders. "Like you, I'm one of the medical professionals looking after this town. My specialties are emergency surgery and triage, although I've also been running a general practice since my arrival last year. I thought it would be a good idea to come and introduce myself --" And there's a smile in his voice, for all that his mask stays up, impassive and professional, "So there would be less confusion later. An emergency isn't a good time to explain that yes, I'm a person, and I'm here to help."
To be fair to Artemy, he regains stoicism rather quickly. He remembers a conversation with Leon, and approaches First Aid, one leather gloved hand out to give him a handshake. It may be more a finger to hand sort of handshake, but it's the meaning behind the gesture that matters, not the size of the participants.
"You must excuse my mannerisms. I have never see anyone quite like you." He remembers a conversation with Qingqiu, and thinks to add, "For reference, where I come from, we have not managed to send man to moon, so if I am rude, please feel free to tell me so I can address my behavior."
With that said, Artemy gives a curt nod, "Another medical professional is always good to have around. Welcome. May I show you around, First Aid?"
"That's okay!" First Aid quickly assures him. "To be honest, I have an easier time talking to people who are less familiar with robotics and advanced technology than those who already knew about them from their own worlds. People who are used to the idea of machine life as sub-sapient servitors sometimes struggle with the idea that I have free will."
But Artemy is treating him as an equal, and First Aid shows his appreciation by nodding and saying, "I would love to see how you do your work. Thank you."
Artemy sort of shrugs at the idea. Even though some of the words First Aid uses goes over his head, like servitor, he gets the gist of it, "You are respectful, you speak to me as an equal, so I will treat you as one."
He waves his hand to gesture First Aid to come inside. He isn't sure how far he can fit inside, but, well, he will leave him to figure that out.
"This-" He puts his hand on a large vat attached to a pressurizer of some sort "Is an alembic. I use the herbs-" Artemy waves his hands about, there are herbs drying everywhere, "In here, turn them into tinctures."
He moves quietly to a table beside the alembic with a beaker and a burner, "This is my brewery, here, I combine some tinctures with other materials to create painkillers, and hopefully antibiotics, when the time comes."
He conveniently skips over what exactly he uses in these painkillers and antibiotics while moving towards the middle of the room.
"And this. Cot for surgery." He nudges the small bed with his leg. It's made for working, not for comfort. "Hoping to get one, maybe two more in here."
"You can make antibiotics?" First Aid asks, voice and visor both brightening as he seizes on that most relevant piece of information. "Out of herbs? Oh gosh, that's wonderful. We're not as hard up for penicillin as we were last winter --" He gestures to the moss that covers his shoulders, "-- After getting a little help from Serranai -- but it's still a limited resource. Having an alternative would be wonderful."
"Ah, well, truth be told, I do need some more materials than just the herbs- but I do have at least one lead." Artemy says carefully, not sure how First Aid will react to his medical practices, "I'm sure others will be sought out in time and I will be able to make plenty in time for winter."
He makes that promise both to First Aid and to himself. No matter what the cost.
"Oh, well...if you do want any help sourcing ingredients, you can always come to me for assistance," First Aid offers earnestly, blissfully unaware of just how little use his own mechanical body would be in this area. Although he could always introduce Artemy to the concept of an organ donor list.
"Sally Doyle, our pharmacist, also happens to be an excellent chemist, if you haven't talked to her yet," he suggests.
"I will let you know." Yes, it's too bad, but yeah. Your body doesn't really carry the diseased organs necessary to make antibiotics. We do have a lead but Artemy doesn't know about that yet so shhhh
"I would love to meet a pharmacist." He admits, "Coordinating with her would be most helpful in preparing for the months to come. I should visit her."
"She's very skilled," First Aid confirms eagerly. "It might have taken us three or four times as long to synthesize penicillin from the basic compounds without her expertise. And by the way, her daughter? Is adorable." First Aid is still one of little Gwen's biggest fans! And now just because he's one of the tallest people in town.
Oh, Artemy loves children. He's great with them. He's not going to SAY anything about it, but he misses being around kids so much.
"I should write to her posthaste." Artemy says, he walks to his brewery stand, feeling about for a pen and parchment, "Do you happen to know an address for this Miss Sally?"
"Of course!" The address for Sally's pharmacy easily comes to mind -- he's been there often enough! "Although...you know, you could write her a letter...or you could let give you a lift over there, and I'll introduce you directly. I think that'd be nice, wouldn't it?"
"That, oh, yes, of course." Artemy nods, seeming slightly embarrassed that he didn't think of such a possibility on his own. "As long as you do not think I would be imposing I would appreciate an introduction."
"Not at all! Your professions overlap, so I'm sure she'd be happy to speak to you as well!" First Aid says firmly. "If you're not busy, I can take you over right now."
Too bad Sally already has a boyfriend. Ah well, she's still got eyes!
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He's busy brewing some tinctures so he has his back to the front of the clinic. It takes him a minute to finish, turning around to face First Aid, and, while he does try to remain professional, Artemy's look of genuine surprise does betray his professionalism.
"Ah, and, you are?" He asks, trying to regain his composure. "Can I help you?" He's trying not to be judgemental, but he's unsure if his brews and potions will work on him.
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"Ah, I'm First Aid," he hastily introduces himself, in a high and oddly natural voice given that it seems to come from a being made entirely of metal and glass. It goes well with the rich, thick moss that covers his shoulders. "Like you, I'm one of the medical professionals looking after this town. My specialties are emergency surgery and triage, although I've also been running a general practice since my arrival last year. I thought it would be a good idea to come and introduce myself --" And there's a smile in his voice, for all that his mask stays up, impassive and professional, "So there would be less confusion later. An emergency isn't a good time to explain that yes, I'm a person, and I'm here to help."
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"You must excuse my mannerisms. I have never see anyone quite like you." He remembers a conversation with Qingqiu, and thinks to add, "For reference, where I come from, we have not managed to send man to moon, so if I am rude, please feel free to tell me so I can address my behavior."
With that said, Artemy gives a curt nod, "Another medical professional is always good to have around. Welcome. May I show you around, First Aid?"
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But Artemy is treating him as an equal, and First Aid shows his appreciation by nodding and saying, "I would love to see how you do your work. Thank you."
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He waves his hand to gesture First Aid to come inside. He isn't sure how far he can fit inside, but, well, he will leave him to figure that out.
"This-" He puts his hand on a large vat attached to a pressurizer of some sort "Is an alembic. I use the herbs-" Artemy waves his hands about, there are herbs drying everywhere, "In here, turn them into tinctures."
He moves quietly to a table beside the alembic with a beaker and a burner, "This is my brewery, here, I combine some tinctures with other materials to create painkillers, and hopefully antibiotics, when the time comes."
He conveniently skips over what exactly he uses in these painkillers and antibiotics while moving towards the middle of the room.
"And this. Cot for surgery." He nudges the small bed with his leg. It's made for working, not for comfort. "Hoping to get one, maybe two more in here."
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He makes that promise both to First Aid and to himself. No matter what the cost.
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"Sally Doyle, our pharmacist, also happens to be an excellent chemist, if you haven't talked to her yet," he suggests.
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We do have a lead but Artemy doesn't know about that yet so shhhh"I would love to meet a pharmacist." He admits, "Coordinating with her would be most helpful in preparing for the months to come. I should visit her."
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"I should write to her posthaste." Artemy says, he walks to his brewery stand, feeling about for a pen and parchment, "Do you happen to know an address for this Miss Sally?"
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Too bad Sally already has a boyfriend. Ah well, she's still got eyes!no subject
What does that mean First Aid.