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"Oh honey, let me see you, no it's okay shhh, I got you," she carefully carried it over to a table, gently keeping it still to avoid further injury. The kits were simple and easy enough to use, provided melting had not set in. The cases were tightly sealed FEAR-rich units made to store items from the other world, and they all held only two items: a poultice and a bandage.

"Now where does it hurt?" She asked the creature, frowning when she lightly grazed it with her fingers and the resulting cries indicated everywhere.

"Check its cage," she called out the order, forgetting that this was Jan and that she considered him all but useless anywhere outside a bedroom. "Maybe something's broken."

America traded out the sturdy gloves for odd medical ones that briefly flared with runes when they were put on. Dipping several fingers a jar, she scooped up a thick muddy-looking paste and began gently slathering it over the treat. It tried to thrash under the touch as first, but then settled into deep, pained breathing. When she glanced over at Jan, she rolled her eyes yet again, "Well don't just stand there, and hold it proper Mister I understand their thoughts."

She didn't bother with the bandages, instead just settling the first treat into a special care tank and giving it an extra candy to speed its recovery along. "Do you think you can handle that one or are you as good at this as you are just about everything else?"

She frowned at him and placed gloved hands on the minipet to take it from him. "The only dead ones I've seen were melted goo," the frown deepened, "...seems like an ugly way to die. I guess they get killed in certain experiments too, but I've never been around for those." Nor did she intend to be. It was less the idea of them dying that bothered her, dead was dead, but more the way they must suffer in the lead up to it. "If you aren't gonna be useful here, then give it to me. Go back to feeding things and not bothering to do a decent job of cleaning the cages."

"Well that's mighty narrow-minded of you to use divisions as way to define a person's capabilities," she sniffed, carefully covering the second with the paste. "Not that I expect better." America left her verbal jabs at that, instead choosing to focus on the creature, talking low and soothingly to it as she worked. When it became obvious that it was determined to lick at the substance, she sighed and reached into a drawer, pulling out a little plastic cone to snap around its neck before placing it in another care tank with a candy. The thing was was a pathetic sight as it stared out at her, and America couldn't help but smile as she stripped off the gloves and tossed them.

The kit was left where it was for the time being, just in case. "Hard to imagine you being very good with real ones either," she wrinkled her nose at the man while she got back to the task of feeding and cleaning. "Animals usually have a good sense of character."

"Must've gone in search for someone actually funny," America countered his sass with barely a pause as she worked. "Death does seem pretty dire, all told, but with a name like that, you can't say there isn't truth in the advertising."

She made a face at several doll pets, sitting still and perfect with their creepy stares. Picking a light haired one from the cage she held it up to Jan's figure across the room for comparison. "So much for forever caregivers."

She paused and squinted at his back, "Something wrong with the tank?"

Her lips compressed as he talked about the Sahara. The last time they'd discussed it she was delighting in his ill fortune, gloated over it, offering hot little whispers of what terrible things awaited and how much she'd enjoy never seeing him again just as much as the acts he performed with such focus and skill. That was then. But now it was almost a month away and Taym was set on going despite whatever words she or anybody else had to offer. The girl couldn't bring herself to answer further on the topic, her posture becoming visibly unhappy, quiet distress reading in her every line.

Grim-faced, she made her way over to peer inside the tank for herself and then sighed, "Yeah they're gone. One of us'll have to go over to the other world some time this week and fetch some replacements." She was considerably less concerned with the dead rather than the merely injured.

"Every other time you open your mouth it's to explain how useless you're determined to be," America murmured as she put on another set of gloves to pick up the melted remains and place them in special baggies. "I'll do it, haven't had a chance to go over there yet, myself, but at least I'm willing to try new things for the sake of being a professional." She gave him a flat, pointed look and startled slightly to noticed that he'd gotten so close.

"He's fine," the girl snapped, a sudden flush rising high on her cheeks. "It's just another job for him. Doesn't need to ******** cope at all, the only ones with any coping to do are his friends."