(YOU KNOW WHAT OTHER GUYS SIRIF I WEREN"T SO TIRED I'D HAVE ADDED UM)

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Punk leaved.

"Uhhh....." Splint stated not all that intelligently sounding as he glanced at what Sriamaz had been looking at as if it would give him better insight all of a sudden. It didn't, much to his disappointment. "We make them..un....pinched?" Yeah he wasn't sure HOW one did that actually.

Despite Sir Punk leaving, Guards continued to guard that doorway until they were more confident he was gone.

Sriamaz nodded. "Splice them, that's what I would do....maybe put another reinforcement coating of material on there...." he started to think. What did he call that substance?

Punk did not return, clearly the guards would be pleased with this. He had intentions of returning home, or going to hang out somewhere. Something more amusing than being here at least.

Splint nodded in his usual attentive manner at what Scrimaz was saying. Yeah, it made sense now that someone had confirmed it for him. He knew well enough to guess at what 'reinforcement coating material' was. So he didn't waste much time waiting for a clearer explanation of it or anything. He could find the stuff himself, which seemed to be his intention now. He didn't have to go far--just the other room. Then he remembered he was supposed to take Timbre out of the x-ray room before doing anything else. Oops, slight breach of routine protocol. He headed back into the room to do that next.

Guards dispersed back into the building like super stealthy nightsnakes, splitting up to surround and consume any threat that might think to give them even a look in a wrong direction.

Sriamaz seemed pleased that Splint knew what he was doing, so he sort of leaned back on some equipment. He hit a few buttons, getting a beep from a machine.

"Oh shush." he stated harshly to it. He felt around his clothes, thinking for sure he had snacks of some sort.

Timbre was awake at this point, not fully, but awake.

He was mumbling something about a disease with his eyes still closed, making faces whenever he felt his restraints.

(You sure they weren't land serpents? LOLOLOLOL shushing the machine =) XD SUPERBNESS )

Splint returned in a majestic fashion--actually he just returned in a normal fashion.He wasn't moving about nearly as fast as he had been earlier. This was primarily due to the fact he was in fact, growing tired. It wasn't easy being tossed around and abused by your patients all day.

He sighed as he made it to the proper room, helmet fins drooping down some. He noticed Timbre's slightly more alert state. He wasn't at all ready to deal with full blown alertness again so he was determined to finish this in a fairly swift manner. He set his rather violent looking tools down on one of the thin little table trays that they often wheeled around. It was time to get to work. He paused for a moment though, trying to remember where it was he had already numbed for Timbre. Granted, he really wasn't trying to make the guy as comfortable as possible, he also wasn't going to intentionally break their own protocol.

Splint really didn't feel like working at the moment though. Especially for someone as unappreciative as Timbre seemed to be. He didn't bother wheeling him back into the other room to work on. Timbre wasn't exactly light, no one else was using the room right now, he was tired, Scriamaz didn't seem too hard to impress and ultimately that led to heck, why not?