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“Doctor Furst!” The voice of a young woman from behind Marc caused him to jump and almost drop his communicator.
“Yes Nurse?” Marc asked as he grasped at his chest exaggerating the fact that she had startled him.
“I'm sorry Doctor, I didn't mean to scare you.” She said with a smile. “You have an incoming transmission from the AI Compound. You can take it in the consultation room if you like.”
“That's perfect timing.” Marc replied smiling back. “Now about that consultation room. If I were to go in there, I would be where?” he continued with a giggle.
"Inside it." The nurse replied with a laugh as she turned and simply walked away.
"Did we do the casting outside the Improv or something?" Marc asked throwing his hands in the air.