Cough "Right…"
I violently cleared my throat, forcing my expression into one of concern while my brain aggressively calculated the sheer economic value of my party member's dentals.
"I mean..." I started, leaning closer to the projection to inspect the damage. "Are you okay? Does it still hurt?"
Nom-Nom sniffled loudly, jabbing a finger at the fresh, gaping hole in her otherwise pristine row of teeth.
"Yes! But it hurts my pride!" she whined with her violet eyes welling up with massive tears. "She didn't even heal me! She just picked up my tooth, muttered something about 'a decent return on investment,' and threw it straight into the Inventory and sold it!"
[Fifty grand for a single tooth...] I thought, staring completely blankly at her mouth. [Assuming she has the standard thirty-two teeth... that's over one point five million credits just sitting in her mouth…]
