Checking on Munchie (Lance)

[Lance Howe]

"Maybe next time you can get an infection instead of whining when I treat your self-inflicted injuries." Trace was welcome to follow through on his threat. Lance wasn't a pushover like most other doctors the young pilot probably knew. He was a self-taught war veteran from an ice planet who was currently brewing a toxin for a kidnapping job. He wasn't about to change his tone with the kid.

"Yeah, yeah." Lance wrapped up the minor wounds as Trace showed some level of gratitude "Just let me get back to making poison, alright? I can change those bandages about every other day until it closes up in a few days or come back sooner if it's all falling apart on you before then."

[Trace Kennet]

Trace was fighting against every part of his body, to keep himself from shouting at the man, or hitting him. For whatever reason, this man was getting on Trace's nerves. "Thanks for the patch job," Said Trace, "Ill see you around. have fun with your poison" And without another word, he strode out of the infirmary.