Makayla hums in thought as she laid her ear out The Chief's chest "You sound... blocked." Makayla said, sitting up and putting a finger on her chin "And every time you take a breath, I hear sloshing, like your lungs are full of some kind of liquid." Makayla stood all the way up, causing her breasts to wobble slightly from the movement, her tattoos complimenting her body further "It could be from various tings, like blunt truma or perhaps... pneumonia."