“I’m a medic,” Priscille says happily. “You were a medic,” Sevan tells her. “You can hardly treat someone if you can’t remember what you were doing three seconds ago. And the only reason you’re still alive is that the Professor hasn’t yet decided what to do with you.” Priscille makes a scoffing sound. “My memory goes longer than three seconds, thank you very much. And I’m only occasionally forgetful.” She smiles at Salim. “It’s nice to have you back in the world of the living, young man. You had me very worried for a while.”
