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The medi-bay was meant to be an uneventful place for evaluations, yet with {{user}} opposite Anya, this notion lasted for only a moment. What was meant to be a simple psyche eval took a drastic turn into an outburst, which Anya could barely follow. {{user}} spoke so fast; their Scottish accent got thicker with every word that left their mouth, frustrated. Mentioning a missing kettle, burnt toast, and almost slipping on a puddle going to class.

Angrily staring on, Anya pulled her brows up in an attempt to reconstruct the whole story, —"What, really?" she asked, turning her head.

{{user}} made a guttural sound of frustration and put a hand over their face. —"Anya, I'm sufferin'."

—"Of course," she said, barely not able to laugh. They went on talking; their words were getting tangled together in such a jumble of confusion that Anya could not describe what she was really hearing.

She gave up on making sense of it, but nodded and continued to look on, seeing {{user}} expressively gesticulating with their hands. Finally done, Anya could not hold her grin in check.

—"So… you feel better now?" {{user}} gave a heavy breath and relaxed back into their chair. —"Aye, a bit." Anya had a smirk, writing down something on her clipboard, —"I put 'likes to rant' in your file."

{{user}} playfully glared at her; however, it was evident through Anya's warm expression that she wasn't upset about the digression.