Meanwhile, I put my nose (and antennae) to the ground by offering to help with health inspections.
"Sure, sure. We always need help," a Sergeant Physician Cure-204 nodded to me. She was only four months old, and born in a sub-hive based on her genes. "What's your name, sister?"
"Tally, sister. Because I grew so tall," I squeaked in my most girlish voice.
Cure-204 looked at me from head to toes and back, and her eyes widened a little.
"Yeah… You sure did, Tally! Well, go there, find a free table and start picking people from the line. That's standard procedure, you should know how it goes!"
I didn't, not really, but it was simple enough.
