[Amado grimaces when he sees Majima take a swing at another guy and for a second, he's afraid that this is gonna completely degenerate, but Majima manages to intimidate anybody else that might've been contemplating violence into rethinking it, to his relief.
Amado looks out over the rest of the crowd real quick. He spots somebody dragging a replacement leg that clearly isn't working right. This isn't all people complaining about whatever dumb, expensive piece of cybernetic fashion statement luxury item they have, some of these people have real, legitimate issues.
He releases the guy's arm and gives him a glare that very plainly says he's gonna be the one eating a fist next if he tries anything else. The guy gets the message and backs off, no less red-faced for his trouble. Amado shares a glance at Majima, then looks at the doctor. He nods in agreement. Majima's doing an effective job of bad cop right now, so.]
Please, just be patient and don't do anything rash. We understand that you need medical attention. We'll figure this out, just gives us some time.
[After that, he pretty quickly herds the doctor and the administrator back inside. He doesn't know how long they're gonna stay calm though, so it's probably best to do this fast.]
Okay, gimme your best estimate, how many of those people need real help and aren't just pissing and moaning?
[The administrator gives a look to the doctor, then back at Amado.
"I-I don't know, at least some of them that I could see. It's hard to tell when they're all in a mob like that!"]
And how many of them are gonna be able to afford it?
[At this, they're quiet for a second. Amado narrows his eyes, making it clear he expects an answer. The doctor eventually just answers truthfully, sounding like they don't relish this at all.
"Probably none of them."
Amado runs his hand through his hair. He was about expecting that. He looks at Majima.]
What d'you wanna do.
[They could probably get this crowd to disperse relatively easy if they wanted to. But Amado doesn't wanna do that and he's not exactly hiding it.]
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Amado looks out over the rest of the crowd real quick. He spots somebody dragging a replacement leg that clearly isn't working right. This isn't all people complaining about whatever dumb, expensive piece of cybernetic fashion statement luxury item they have, some of these people have real, legitimate issues.
He releases the guy's arm and gives him a glare that very plainly says he's gonna be the one eating a fist next if he tries anything else. The guy gets the message and backs off, no less red-faced for his trouble. Amado shares a glance at Majima, then looks at the doctor. He nods in agreement. Majima's doing an effective job of bad cop right now, so.]
Please, just be patient and don't do anything rash. We understand that you need medical attention. We'll figure this out, just gives us some time.
[After that, he pretty quickly herds the doctor and the administrator back inside. He doesn't know how long they're gonna stay calm though, so it's probably best to do this fast.]
Okay, gimme your best estimate, how many of those people need real help and aren't just pissing and moaning?
[The administrator gives a look to the doctor, then back at Amado.
"I-I don't know, at least some of them that I could see. It's hard to tell when they're all in a mob like that!"]
And how many of them are gonna be able to afford it?
[At this, they're quiet for a second. Amado narrows his eyes, making it clear he expects an answer. The doctor eventually just answers truthfully, sounding like they don't relish this at all.
"Probably none of them."
Amado runs his hand through his hair. He was about expecting that. He looks at Majima.]
What d'you wanna do.
[They could probably get this crowd to disperse relatively easy if they wanted to. But Amado doesn't wanna do that and he's not exactly hiding it.]