After the Haemonculus had given a bow to the Captain - doubtless she had to do such things as conduct a debriefing for her crew, shower away the dirt of the fight, and so on - he was approached by Shriek. "We didn't finish our... ehm, discussion, onboard that station. I wanted to ask you for a favor. As a Haemoncolus, you work with molding and improving on flesh and the like, correct?" She watches him calmly with her one, not covered eye, her metallic claw clicking against her leg "Do you still do those practices?" she asked. "I do indeed," Varl replied, professional mode still very much in place. The businesslike Haemonculus added, "Though, I must say, I have not done much work with those who possess metallic attachments. The scxience of it seems plain enough, and I am familiar with the smaller, more delicate items of surgery such as the nervous system. What do you have in mind?"