“The physician.”
“Can they ask for another physician?”
“Yes.”
“Can they refuse a translator implant?”
“Yes.”
“Can they remove one they already have?”
“If medically safe.”
“Can they ask for a woman medic?”
“If staffing permits.”
“Can they have someone with them?”
“Yes.”
“Can they—”
Scarlet touched my shoulder.
“Harper.”
“What?”
“You’re doing the thing.”
“What thing?”
“The face.”
I sighed.
“Postal-worker face?”
“Full federal employee.”
Tivid looked between us.
“I do not understand.”
“You’re better off.”
I looked back at the slate.
“We need all of that written down.”
Tivid nodded slowly.
“I will prepare a protected-person information sheet.”
“No legal language.”
He frowned.