Tarkan had asked the girl her name, to which she replied, "Rose."
At first, Tarkan wanted to use his Timer on her, but he was too reluctant to touch the yellow feces the pigs had smeared all over her body. He needed to find her something to clean herself, no way was he dealing with that filth.
Sure enough, after checking around the village, he found a small pond. He brought the girl over and had her clean herself there.
Even though he knew that the longer he delayed fixing her, the higher the Timer cost would become, Tarkan was completely unwilling to touch that crap again. Losing a bit of Timer was a small price to pay for not dealing with that stench.
Eventually, the girl finished and walked over.
"I'm done."
Tarkan was still staring at his panel with an impassive face. He lifted his head, about to tell her to come closer so he could make contact...
..and immediately choked on his words.
If he'd had a drink in his mouth, it would've come spraying out.
