[ The more he lets her get away with it, the more she will push. Over the years though Lottie has learned that there's sometimes a time and place for that kind of experimenting, and once Cassian gets into the not so fun part of learning she's figured out where she's at.

It's painful, and there are times where she's finding her nails more interesting than his explanations but she stays. Gets distracted by his voice for a little bit and then his bangs. She's rubbing at her eyes (carefully, as there's still precious mascara and eyeliner dotting her lids) when he turns back. Looks at the dirty, ugly, little thing she chose after he's finished. ]

Oh, yeah, no..

[ Why? There's many reasons. It was the least ugly car on the lot. There was a certain irony to the girl who's allergic to everything driving the medical van (been in them, more times than she can count). The desperate need to have maybe-forgotten-about medical supplies stashed somewhere in the car found and for her benefit. ]

Not that doctors are bad! I love doctors.. I'm just not one. I guess I wanted to see if it had stuff in it.. You know, like painkillers, band-aids. Blankets, a drink or something.

[ Alien Benadryl, if she was lucky. ]

..And they [ Yom and crew, she means!! ] were very insistent I pick one, so.